I'm going to sing a corrido,
from a friend from my land
called valentine,
that he was shot and hanged in the sierra
I would not like to remember,
it was a winter afternoon
when for your bad luck
fell into the hands of the government
The colonel told him,
What are the people you send?
There are eight hundred soldiers,
they have besieged the holandas saw
The colonel asks him,
What are the people who guide?
There are eight hundred soldiers,
that brings by the sierra mariano mejía
Valentine as he was man of nothing gave them reason
I am one of the mere men,
those who have invented the revolution
The colonel told him,
I grant you the pardon
but you are going to tell me which is the jury and the cause that I judge
Before reaching the hill, Valentin wanted to cry
my mother of guadalupe,
for your religion they are going to kill me
Fly, fly popcorn,
Stand in that pillbox
these are the mornings
of a brave man who was a valentine
Only among all we can make this a better place :)