El Corrido Del Charapo

Berna was sure
That the grass had grown
He never imagined
That it had already been burned
Upon receiving the call from Joselito
His brother

The boss in California
Was walking very calmly
Drinking with his friends
He was in Isperia
Saying those six hectares
I already have them bagged

While back in Charapo
A fool was fumigating
Those beautiful plants
Looked ashen
And the soldiers with anger
Pulled them out with roots and all

It was like ten acres
That adorned that hill
Also the chivo horns
How beautifully they echoed
And the horse hooves
Could be heard at night

Oh Michoacan government
You really don't care
Seeing the crisis we're in
And you don't care at all
What does it cost you to let
A few more tons pass by

Goodbye Charapo hill
This year you failed me
Let's see if next year
You help me move forward
The mediators are ready
Alfredo and the walker