Corrido De Gilberto
El Halcon de La Sierra
Ballad of Gilberto
A volcano there in my chest
I knew it this morning
Because Gilberto is gone
They killed him in Tijuana
He was young, a good friend
He didn't even carry a weapon
I'm going to put out the volcano
Or my soul will explode
There will be a very deep grave
I will pay for the burial
In revenge for Gilberto
I will send them to hell
If they were looking for the cape
They killed the chicken
I'll lend them my corrals
If they want to bullfight the bull
A black Tuesday the 13th
Of that cursed February
They killed him in the arena
For the cursed money
Goodbye all my friends
My dear offspring
It's not death that hurts
What hurts is the absence
Goodbye all my friends
My dear offspring
The ballad of Gilberto
I sing it to you with sadness
