Catarino Y Los Rurales

One Sunday it was for sure
They sang, drank wine
They raised seven dead
That Catarino has killed

Catarino and the rural police
They engaged in gunfire
Catarino was shooting bullets
The rural police with cannons

Catarino would tell them
What beautiful sandy areas
To engage in gunfire
With the so-called rural police

Catarino would shout at them
Tipping his hat
I still have plenty of ammunition
They are pure steel bullets

Catarino would shout at them
With all his voice
That in the end they do nothing to me
I am the lion of Acaponeta

Catarino would tell them
Behind a wire fence
Here I am for you to eat me
Wretched starving dead

With this I bid you farewell
Plucking some roses
Here they end singing
Catarino and the rural police