One Sunday very early, they danced they took wine,
They raised 4 dead, which Catarino has left
Catarino and the rural ones, they grabbed to shots,
Catarino fired bullets, rural cannon shots
Catarino shouted at them, behind a wire fence
Here I am for ?? let them eat me, unfortunate people starving
Catarino shouted at them, come out of cowardly balls,
Come out so you know, your real father
Catarino on the hill, they disappeared
The bullets that they give me, I treat them with saliva
Catarino has not died, be careful rural
They can appear, among the mayeguales
I'm leaving now I say goodbye, for these real roads
Here ends the corrido, Catarino and rural
Here ends the corrido, Catarino and rural
Only among all we can make this a better place :)