El Hijo Del Palenque

I was born under the roof of an arena
While my dad was playing a bet
That blessed blue shawl covered me
That the Virgin of San Juan gave to all her children

I've lived my life in the arenas
Among fairs and fighting roosters
My dad was a brave cockfighter
And my mom was a beautiful hen handler too

That's why I'm the son of the arena
And living among the roosters fascinates me
Like a real man, I ask people
That if I die in an arena, please
Bury me in a corner

Red ink that runs through my veins
That was used to write this ballad
Forgive me if it's misspelled
This was also written with the feathers of a fine rooster

In love and in roosters, I haven't lost
And I also like to boast
Someone said Jalisco never loses
And when that happens, watch out
Because in the end, it snatches away