El Hijo Desobediente

One Sunday while wandering around
Two young men met
Grabbing their guns
As if wanting to fight

While they were fighting
One of their fathers arrived
"Son of my heart
Don't fight with anyone"

"Get out of here, father
I am angrier
Than a lion, don't go
To draw the sword
And pierce the heart"

"Son of my heart
For what you just said
Before the sun rises
They will take your life"

They brought down the wild bull
That had never been brought down
But now it has fallen
Mixed with the cattle

Of the three horses I have
I leave them to the poor
So that at least they say
Felipe, may God forgive you

What I ask of my father
Is not to bury me in sacred ground
But to bury me in rough land
Where the cattle will trample me
With an outstretched hand
And a golden paper above
With a sign that says
Felipe was unfortunate

The red rooster
That was born a year ago
I leave it to my father
For the upbringing he gave me

And with this I bid farewell
With the Eastern star
And that can happen
To a disobedient son