They said the devil was carrying
lies do not bring anything
what I used to tread on my waist
it's a squad pistol
Juan Martha was a warrior
and feared the government
the rural ones feared him
as if it were poison
he stole and killed people
because it was fun
his head was price
fifteen thousand pesos valia
her mother was crying
I cried and told them
if they gave my son free
fifteen thousand pesos would give
do not cry mothers
no longer offer them anything
that arriving that little hill
I laugh at the agreed upon
do not cry mother
do not be tormenting me
that of 100 lives that I owe
with a the stoi paying
tonight with the moon
and tomorrow with the sun
they are going to take my life
be for the love of god
already with this I say goodbye
but I leave you a letter
so they keep counting
the run of Juan Martha
Only among all we can make this a better place :)