The snow was falling, the wines were freezing
On the ridge of the Madroño, some weapons pointed
Only the snow feathers, those sights clouded
He heard a bull moo, which came with the herd
And the hooves of the horse, of the gentleman who carried them
Ramiro left the beast, while the cliff surrounded
The horse was a criollito, but very well leased
That's why without his rider, he knew how to rialar cattle
Ramiro was proud of his retinto dosalbo
Ramiro Sierra told them, no one is fooled here
I only came to collect them, the death of my compadre
And to collect the cattle, they stole cowards
There were 600 bulls, also dairy cattle,
That's why they coveted him, those damn rustlers,
More did not know that Ramiro, they were going to crack the leather
Caliber 223, that pretty cackled,
The moans were confused, with the mooing of the cows
And the echoes of the sierra, this bullet recorded it
Goodbye retinto dosalbo, you will always be the first
Don Pablo Chavez died, that rich rancher
I hope that there in the sky, you continue to shoe calves
Only among all we can make this a better place :)