El Negro Y El Catire

They both met
On the sides of Payara
One raised his voice
And the other said nothing

They started to fight
There was no other choice
Mucuritas, El Yagual, and the cheese makers in the middle

They grabbed their spears
They shed blood and screams
The blond leading
And the black in front

But the blond cried
Because with his chest open
The black said goodbye, goodbye
Because he was dead