Catarino Y Los Rurales
Un domingo fue por cierto
Cantaron tomaron vino
Levantaron siete muertos
Que ah matado Catarino
Catarino y los rurales
Se agarraron a balazos
Catarino hechaba balas
Los rurales canonazos
Catarino les decía
Que bonitos arenales
Para agarrarme a balazos
Con los mentados rurales
Catarino les gritaba
Arriscandoce el sombrero
Todavía me sobra parque
Son puras balas de acero
Catarino les gritaba
Con toda su voz completa
Que al cabo no me hacen nada
Soy el leon de acaponeta
Catarino les decía
Detras de un cerco de alambre
Aquí estoy pa que me coman
Desgraciados muertos de hambre
Ya con esta me despido
Deshojando unos rosales
Aquí se acaban cantando
Catarino y los rurales
Catarino And The Rural Police
One Sunday it was for sure
They sang, drank wine
They raised seven dead
That Catarino has killed
Catarino and the rural police
They engaged in gunfire
Catarino was shooting bullets
The rural police with cannons
Catarino would tell them
What beautiful sandy areas
To engage in gunfire
With the so-called rural police
Catarino would shout at them
Tipping his hat
I still have plenty of ammunition
They are pure steel bullets
Catarino would shout at them
With all his voice
That in the end they do nothing to me
I am the lion of Acaponeta
Catarino would tell them
Behind a wire fence
Here I am for you to eat me
Wretched starving dead
With this I bid you farewell
Plucking some roses
Here they end singing
Catarino and the rural police