Con Cinco Burros Cargados

With Five Loaded Donkeys

With five loaded donkeys
I crossed the federal checkpoint
I loaded them well with grass
And I started to limp
I was transporting pure rubber
And I started to shout at them

To pretend, I have style
And I don't change my expression
Good morning, my good friend
That's what I said to the Commander
He said, go ahead, old man
Watch out for any troublemaker

As soon as I had passed
A bag fell
Since it was seven kilos
The load shifted
What does the Commander shout at me?
Hey, friend, what did you pick up?

The grass is heavy
And it wanted to shift
That's why I picked up a stone
And threw it here in my mule
I placed it on the other side
The load is back to normal

Goodbye, Commander
I'm on my way
Take good care of the grass
Mother Earth provides it
Look, it's pure rubber
That I carry in my mule

I am from the Sierra Madre
I can never deny it
From the very Corral de Piedra
What a beautiful place
I arrived with the complete rubber
To cook it in Chinahual

For everything there are tricks
This phrase is popular
I move throughout the mountains
No one will intimidate me
If I come across the Commander
He'll have to search me again

This job is dangerous
I don't give my name
They should investigate if they want
They'll never know who I am
I bid you farewell
A thousand thanks for your attention