La Gallina
Voy a cantar un corrido
A todo el público entero
De un valiente que tenemos
En el estado de Guerrero
He visto su valentía
Hasta en contra del gobierno
Serian las diez de la noche
El salió de Juchitán
Me voy a Azoyú, Guerrero
A ver a mi familiar
Y también al comandante
Que me quiere desarmar
Llegando a Azoyú, Guerrero
Se dirigió a la cantina
Empezó a tirar balazos
Ya no estimando su vida
Quizá sepa el comandante
Que ya llego la gallina
Sus amigos le decían
Ya no sigas disparando
Por ahí viene el comandante
Yo sé que te anda buscando
Díganle que venga a traerme
O se andará desvelando
Arréglate veintidós
Porque te vienen a traer
Por ahí viene el comandante
Que te quiere conocer
Quiere probar mi valor
De mi pistola saber
El comandante le hablo
Queriendo cortar los males
Que rindiera la pistola
Creyendo que era un cobarde
Contestó Enemesio López
No le rindo ni a mi padre
Se metieron las pistolas
Sin tentarse el corazón
Enemesio lo abrazó
Con mucha resolución
Lo soltó para morir
Dios te eche la bendición
A los primeros balazos
La policía le corrió
Le preguntaba a Camacho
Donde está la veintidós
El comandante esta muerto
La gallina lo mató
Lo echaron a la prisión
Enemesio iba contento
Lo llevaron a San Luis
Consignado por un tiempo
Camacho esta pensativo
Y el comandante está muerto
Ya con esta me despido
Ya se me está haciendo tarde
Ya les cante este corrido
De un hombre que no es cobarde
Ya mató la gallinita
A un gallo de costa grande
The Hen
I'm going to sing a corrido
To the whole audience
About a brave man we have
In the state of Guerrero
I've seen his bravery
Even against the government
It was ten o'clock at night
He left Juchitán
I'm going to Azoyú, Guerrero
To see my family
And also the commander
Who wants to disarm me
Arriving in Azoyú, Guerrero
He went to the cantina
He started shooting bullets
No longer valuing his life
Perhaps the commander knows
That the hen has arrived
His friends told him
Stop shooting
The commander is coming
I know he's looking for you
Tell him to come get me
Or he'll be up all night
Get ready, twenty-two
Because they're coming for you
The commander is coming
He wants to meet you
He wants to test my courage
To know about my gun
The commander spoke to him
Trying to cut the evils
To surrender the gun
Thinking he was a coward
Enemesio López replied
I don't even surrender to my father
They drew their guns
Without hesitating
Enemesio embraced him
With great resolution
He let him go to die
God bless you
At the first shots
The police ran
They asked Camacho
Where's the twenty-two
The commander is dead
The hen killed him
They took him to prison
Enemesio was content
They took him to San Luis
Detained for a while
Camacho is pensive
And the commander is dead
With this I bid you farewell
It's getting late
I sang you this corrido
About a man who is not a coward
The little hen has killed
A big rooster
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