The wind was swinging
I have to remember so black
It was my father's body
that he had a rope around his neck
they had hung him on Sunday
from the branches of that cedar
I was just 10 years old
I launched my child crying
the dog had a bullet
I knew it from his howls
but I was dragging a spur
that was the murderers
Lord, it belongs to him
or maybe he forgot
I am Jesus Maldonado
son of the one who hung
already suppose the reasons
why I look for it
After all the laws
they will not be able to save it
your children are not to blame
But that's beside the point
if you do not arrive at twelve
maybe I will not look at them again
In the passage of the coyote
go very well prepared
if you do not want to fight
I will drag him on my horse
from the branches of that cedar
I'll leave it hanging
Death was on horseback
the events I witnessed
in the passage of the coyote
this case happened
there Jesús Maldonado
a judge of letters hung
Only among all we can make this a better place :)