La Muerte de Hernán Peraza

Everything was already plotted
Yballa went out for a walk with his ladies
And when she arrived at the designated Guahedum
The count came to his side
And he approached candidly saying
Pretty flower
If you don't want to love me
I'll have you killed
Without mercy and with pain!

Pedro, who was on the lookout like a beast, came out
Pedro, who was on the lookout like a beast, came out
When the count saw him he unsheathed his sword
When the count saw him he unsheathed his sword
And as he showed it he grabbed her with fury
And as he showed it he grabbed her with fury
He said to him: I am your lord, you have to respect me!
He said to him: I am your lord, you have to respect me!
Shut up, you scoundrel, you must pay for what you have done to my love!
Shut up, you scoundrel, you must pay for what you have done to my love!

With great lightness he threw his dart
The count was hit hard on the head

Immediately with haste
The news spread
Around the island and it was whistled
From mountains to mountains
Reporting the feat
That a man killed the count

The countess found out
Through a maid
Very esteemed Gomera maid
That she soon understood the whistle
So that she found out
Without them knowing anything
She sent to Gran Canaria
Hurriedly a caravel
That sailed at full sail
With the help he asked for

She immediately locked herself in the tightly locked Tower
At that moment it was besieged by a multitude of Gomeros
Who were trying fiercely to see if they could knock it down

What nights of suffering
Of bitterness and sadness
Our countess spent
Crying her discontent
She saw the moment approaching
Of death already near!
She looked out of the window
To see if the ship was coming
And with fervor she offered
Prayer to Saint Anne

The Holy Virgin wanted
From the top of the sky
Give her some comfort
To that disconsolate one
A day with a look
She saw the caravels
That with the wind at full sail
They came like a bullet
And so they entered the cove
They ran like someone who flies