A Sunday being ironed
Two young men were found
Putting your hand on your irons
Like wanting to fight
When they were fighting
For his father came from one,
Son of my heart, do not fight with any
Get out of here my father
That I'm braver than a lion
Do not go get my sword
I pierced my heart
Son of my heart
So you just talked
Before the sun shines
Life will have you removed
Ahhh !!!
What I order from my father
Do not bury me in sacred
May I be buried in gross land
Where the cattle thresh me
With one hand out
And a paper on gold
With a sign that says
Felipe was miserable
The red horse a year ago
That I was born there I leave it to my father
For the breeding that he gave me
Of three horses that I have
There I leave it to the poor
So if you want to say
Felipe, god forgive you
The bull was lowered
That they had never come down
But now if it's already low
Scrambled with cattle
With this I say goodbye
With the star of the east,
This can happen to you
To the disobedient son
Only among all we can make this a better place :)