La Cucaracha

In a place of our great country
the cockroach was born
it had big mustaches
and also became a general
It carried two pistols and leather holsters
rode its horse in the revolution.
The cockroach, the cockroach, can't walk anymore
because it doesn't have, it lacks a little cigarette to smoke.
The cockroach, the cockroach...
In every town she visited, she left many friends
with her guitar and her gray zarape
she sang many songs
She carried two pistols and leather holsters
rode her horse in the revolution.
The cockroach, the cockroach...
Now the cockroach is leaving, they are taking her to bury
among four vultures and a sacristan mouse.
Now the cockroach is leaving... The cockroach, the cockroach...