Las Dos Cruces (part. Diferente Nivel)

General, don't be so violent anymore
For my father is almost dead
They found what they were looking for the most
They already burned the grass on the hill

Give me the blows that are needed
For my father is dying
If you prefer, shoot me
But don't punish my old man anymore

My father is a farmer, that's true
But he is also an honest man
He hasn't killed, never caused harm
He's just a poor rancher

Who has planted that grass for years
The one you call poison
Poison is what I carry in my blood
For seeing my father suffering

Tied up, my defenseless father
Breathed and his breath was leaving him
A rope that tied his body
Hurt and burned violently

I was a powerless and weak child
Crying and crying to see him

General, don't be so violent anymore
Please, set my father free
I have pregnant mares and mules
That can pay for the crime

With disdain and a smile
He replied, I am a justiciar
Who treats criminals like this
Who pretend to be good ranchers

I went with rage to tighten his neck
He cocked the rifle and aimed at my chest
A low-ranking soldier put his arm
Said go, boy, to the hill

Go take care of your mother and siblings
This case has no remedy
I saw my father beaten and tired
I, scared, ran away

I heard two Mauser shots
I returned to see what I already expected
Behind a thicket, reloaded
The low-ranking soldier was agonizing

The other shot was for my father
Who died like a man on the line

Two wooden crosses on the hill
For my father and for a good soldier
With the date of September sixth
Year seventy-seven marked

Near Tamazula, Durango
They will always be well remembered