La Cucaracha
Inti-Illimani
The Cockroach
I'm going to sing a corrido
That goes through all the voices
Of a woman from the troop
That everyone knows
In the town of Conejos
Through some very tough streets
Comes sad and defeated
The brave Antonio Zeta
The cockroach, the cockroach
Can't walk anymore
Because it's missing, because it doesn't have
Marijuana to smoke
The three were silent
Ruminating on their thoughts
While blind destiny
Was weaving the threads
In the horse's hooves
The dust of the road sounds
They're leaving, a love cries
A spoiled love
The cockroach, the cockroach
Can't walk anymore
Because it's missing, because it doesn't have
Marijuana to smoke
The eagle has flown
The nopal is left alone
The fruit of your loves
Is not far from oblivion
The cockroach has died
They're taking her to bury
Among four vultures
And a sacristan's cat
The cockroach, the cockroach
Can't walk anymore
Because it's missing, because it doesn't have
Marijuana to smoke
And here ends the corrido
That sang to the cockroach
The cockroach, the cockroach
