El Hijo Desobediente
Antonio Aguilar
The Disobedient Son
One Sunday, wandering around
Two young men met
Handling their guns
As if wanting to fight
While they were fighting
One of their fathers arrived
Son of my heart
Do not fight with anyone
Get out of here, my father
I am angrier than a lion
Do not make me draw my sword
I will pierce your heart
Son of my heart
For what you just said
Before the Sun rises
They will take your life
I ask my father
Not to bury me in sacred ground
But to bury me in rough land
Where the cattle will trample me
With a hand sticking out
And a golden paper
With a sign that says
Felipe was unfortunate
The chestnut horse
That was born a year ago
I leave it to my father
For the care he gave me
Of the three horses I have
I leave them to the poor
So that at least they may say
Felipe, may God forgive you
They brought down the dark bull
That had never been brought down
But now it has been brought down
Mixed with the cattle
With this, I bid farewell
With the Eastern star
This could happen
To the disobedient son
