On a ranch in the sierra
felliz lived Maunuel Juárez
Errenating their horses, taking care of their properties
working their lands well,
little goes out to the cities
Bonita was his flat,
they were newlyweds,
they lived in adobe house,
but well in love.
The fair of the fourth Friday, gentlemen,
It was celebrated in the village,
near easter,
but the devil was loose.
Manuel saddles a mare,
also his finest colt,
with his smile and his smile,
He came to the town,
Damn what a bad move what a fate.
A guy yells in the street: oh that you rechulas hips!
he was not referring to the mare
and those if they are tiznaderas.
Manuel turned the colt,
the other pulled a gun,
Juarez is wounded in one arm,
the other dead ball
in the legs of the horse that Manuel Juárez loves.
Witnesses had the case,
and although they apprehended Manuel,
after inquiries, in freedom they left
while quietly at the snout they buried.
And in a ranch in the mountains, Manuel Juarez lives there
with his children and his flat
he has few friends
works cuacos y tierras, no longer goes to the cities.
With this I say goodbye, gentlemen,
and I remind you one thing
that although the rancher is humble,
You have to respect his wife.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)