I am going to sing the very mentioned
continuous one to them what has spent
there in the estate of the flower
The sad history of a rancher in love
Who was drunk, parrandero and player.
Juan was calling and they it were nicknaming knifed
Age brave and risked in the love the
nicest women it was removing
In these fields not even a flower was staying.
One day on Sunday that Was
Using intoxicating To the saloon they traversed
him to warn Look after Yourself
Juan that thereabouts they cover you
searching They are many men
do not fence in you to killing.
It did not have time to mount in his horse
Pistol in hand they threw him of to heap
I am drunk it was shouting them and
I am A Good rooster when a bullet crossed his heart.
( Look after yourself Juan)
The milpa grew with the rain in the herdsman Y the doves
are irritating to Nice pedrego bulls take today the coliadero
That good horse is
mounting the chief .
Already the bells of the Sanctuary are turning
all the Public inspectors direct to be said
and for the hill the Ranchers are
lowering a man Muerto that they lead it to burying.
In a very humble hut there cries a child
Y the women are advised and go away
But his mother consoles it fondly
Looking at the sky it cries and prays for his Juan.
Here I stop singing continuous this one
Of Juan knifed And mocking rancher
who believed himself of the women
consented That he was a drunkard parrandero and player.
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