El Arbol de La Horca

The wind was swinging it
ah?what a black memory
it was my father's body
who had a rope around his neck
they had hanged him on Sunday
from the branches of that hill
I was barely ten years old
I shed my child tears
The dog had been shot
I knew it from his howls
But he dragged a spur
he was one of the killers

Which judge does he belong to
maybe he has already forgotten
I am Jesus Maldonado
son of the one who was hanged
I suppose you have reasons
for what I am looking for

After all, the laws
won't be able to save him
if you don't want to fight
I'll drag him on my horse
from the branches of that cedar
I will leave him hanging

At the coyote's pass
come well prepared
your children are not guilty
but that's beside the point
if you don't arrive by twelve
you may not see them again

Death rode on horseback
he witnessed the events
at the coyote's pass
this case happened
Jesus Maldonado
hanged a judge of letters