Premonición a La Muerte de Joaquín Murieta

Listen to the sand
That moves the desert
Listen to the clock
That buries the dead
Back, bandit
Death awaits you
The greyhounds have arrived
A guitar died
Your invisible blood
Will be shed
Did you hear, Murieta?

You will no longer ride
You will no longer run
You will no longer avenge
You will no longer live

The earth warns you
Destiny is fulfilled
The greyhounds stalk you
Your luck ends
Footprints follow you
Don't bring the rose
The tears in the moon
The rain prepares
Death approaches
The grave awaits you
Murieta, stop!