Juan Martha

They said he carried the devil
Lies, he carried nothing
What he had on his belt
Was a semi-automatic pistol

He robbed and killed people
Because that's how he had fun
His head had a price
Fifteen thousand pesos it was worth

Juan Martha was fierce
And feared by the government
The rural police feared him
As if he were poison

His dear mother cried
Cried and told him
If they freed my son
I would give fifteen thousand pesos

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't offer them anything
When I reach that little hill
I'll laugh at the agreement

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't torment me
Of the hundred lives I owe
With one, I’m paying

Tonight, with the moon
And tomorrow, with the sun
They will take my life
Be it for the love of God

With this I say goodbye
But I leave you a letter
So you can keep singing
The ballad of Juan Martha