El 24 de Junio

On June 24th, the very day of Saint John
A dance was celebrated in that town of Islam
Senaida, early in the morning, smiling, says to Juan
Because it's your saint's day, you must take me to the dance
I don't want to offend you
But I have a feeling
That tonight at the dance
The function will be ruined

Come on, let's go to Sinaloa, buddy
Look, Micaela is talking to you
Don't go to that gathering
The devil is tempting me
To throw the plate at Simon
Micaela arrived early
And started dancing right away
She found her partner
Juan's main rival

The hours pass joyfully
The clock marks the time
When a gunshot
Pierced two bodies
Fly, little dove, fly
Pass by that cemetery
Where Micaela must be
With her beloved Simon