La Cucaracha
Voy a cantar un corrido
Que anda en toditas las voces
De una mujer de la tropa
Que todo el mundo conoce
En el pueblo de Conejos
Por unas calles muy tiestas
Viene triste y derrotado
El valiente Antonio Zeta
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
Ya no puede caminar
Porque le falta, porque no tiene
Marihuana que fumar
Iban los tres en silencio
Sus pensamientos rumiando
Mientras el destino ciego
Los hilos iba tramando
En los cascos del caballo
Suena el polvo del camino
Ya se van, llora un cariño
Un cariño malogrado
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
Ya no puede caminar
Porque le falta, porque no tiene
Marihuana que fumar
Ya el águila voló
Ya el nopal quedó solito
El fruto de tus amores
Ya no dista del olvido
Ya murió la cucaracha
Ya la llevan a enterrar
Entre cuatro zopilotes
Y un gato de sacristán
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
Ya no puede caminar
Porque le falta, porque no tiene
Marihuana que fumar
Y aquí termina el corrido
Que cantó a la cucaracha
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
The Cockroach
I'm going to sing a corrido
That goes through all the voices
Of a woman from the troop
That everyone knows
In the town of Conejos
Through some very tough streets
Comes sad and defeated
The brave Antonio Zeta
The cockroach, the cockroach
Can't walk anymore
Because it's missing, because it doesn't have
Marijuana to smoke
The three were silent
Ruminating on their thoughts
While blind destiny
Was weaving the threads
In the horse's hooves
The dust of the road sounds
They're leaving, a love cries
A spoiled love
The cockroach, the cockroach
Can't walk anymore
Because it's missing, because it doesn't have
Marijuana to smoke
The eagle has flown
The nopal is left alone
The fruit of your loves
Is not far from oblivion
The cockroach has died
They're taking her to bury
Among four vultures
And a sacristan's cat
The cockroach, the cockroach
Can't walk anymore
Because it's missing, because it doesn't have
Marijuana to smoke
And here ends the corrido
That sang to the cockroach
The cockroach, the cockroach
Escrita por: Corrido Popular Mexicano