This day my gun
Surely will be stained with blood
This day I would avenge my father
And that cry that my mother shed
This day others cry
Today it is their turn to dress in mourning
So that they can see what it feels like
When a deceased person is watched over at home
I cried as a child
When I saw my father murdered
And also because they killed
The joy that my mother had
(And there he goes, old man
Don't get upset, listen)
There was no lack of someone who told
The thug what the young man said
And he armed himself to the teeth
To wait for the meeting that day
They looked for each other... they found each other
And their weapons fired fire
And with bullets in their bodies
They remained silent later
But the widowed mother arrived
And on horseback she took her son
And she still lives with her mother
Satisfied with the death she made