Heraclio Bernal

Here is Heraclio Bernal, the friend of the poor

Here is Heraclio Bernal, the scourge of the government
He comes ready to send damned ones to hell

The day I was born, skies and seas roared
Come with me, my love, to calm my sorrows

Heraclio Bernal used to say, when going into battle
Come on, you corn-fed mules, here is your real father

The day they execute me, it will cost them a fortune
One hundred rifles of pure silver loaded with golden bullets

Don't put on my grave, neither cross nor stones, nor anything
Because in the end, one dies once and whoever dies, ends

Birds from all directions, come with me to sing
Verses of a brave man, the one who was Heraclio Bernal