THE SNOW WAS CALLENDO,
THE PINES FROZEN,
IN THE RISCO DEL MADROŅO,
SOME ARMS APPOINTED,
ONLY THE SNOW FEET,
THOSE MIRAS NUBLABAN.
HE HEARD THE WOMAN OF A NOVILLO,
THAT COME WITH THE HERD,
AND THE HORSES OF A HORSE,
OF THE LORD WHO REACHED THEM,
RAMIRO DEJO LA BESTIA,
WHILE THE RISCO SURROUNDED,
THE HORSE WAS A CRIOYITO,
BUT VERY WELL EDUCATED,
THEREFORE WITHOUT HIS RIDER,
I COULD REALIZE THE CATTLE,
RAMIRO WAS PROUD,
FROM HIS REPINTO DOSALBO.
I SAID RAMIRO SIERRA,
NO ONE IS FOOLED HERE,
I ONLY COME TO COLLECT THEM,
THE DEATH OF MY COMPADRE,
AND TO COLLECT THE LIVESTOCK,
THAT THEY KILLED COWARDS.
IT WAS FIVE HUNDRED NOVILLOS,
ALSO DAIRY CATTLE,
THAT'S WHY THEY CODED IT,
THOSE FOUR HURDLES,
THEY DID NOT KNOW MORE THAN RAMIRO,
YOU'LL VAT TO RAJAR THE LEATHER.
CALIBER TWO TWENTY-THREE,
THAT BEAUTIFUL PATALEABAS,
COMPLAINTS ARE CONFUSED,
WITH THE WOMAN OF THE COWS,
AND THE ECHOES IN THE SIERRA,
ESA BALADA GRABABAN.
ADIOS REPINTO DOSALBO,
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE FIRST,
YA MURIO DON PABLO CHAVEZ,
IT WAS CARRACED IN THE CERRO,
SEE HIM THAT HE WAS IN HEAVEN,
YOU FOLLOW HERRANDO BECERROS.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)