El Hijo Del Palenque

I was born under the roof of a cockfight arena,
While my father played a match
I was covered by that blessed blue shawl,
That the Virgin of San Juan gave to all her children

I have lived my life in the cockfight arenas,
Among fairs and fighting roosters
My father was a very brave cockfighter
And my mother was also a beautiful caponera

That's why I am the son of the cockfight arena
And living among the roosters fascinates me
I ask people with all my heart
That if I die in a cockfight, please,
Bury me in a corner

Red ink running through my veins,
Used to write this corrido,
Forgive me if it's poorly written,
This was also written with the feathers of a fine rooster

I haven't lost in love or in cockfights,
And I also like bravado
Someone said Jalisco never loses
And when this happens, beware,
Because in the end, it wins