Valente Quintero
Aquí me siento a cantar
Con cariño verdadero
Versos que le compusieron
A don Valente Quintero
Valente se fue a Santiago
Se fue a ver a sus amores
Se fajó su carrillera
Con sus cuatro cargadores
Su querida le decía
Valente qué vas a hacer
El mayor anda borracho
Y algo te ha de suceder
Valente le contestó
De eso no tengas pendiente
Al cabo si él es mayor
Yo también soy subteniente
Cuando Valente llegó cantando
Les mandó tocar el toro
Si el mayor paga con plata
Yo se los pagó con oro
Los músicos le decían
No la sabemos tocar
Valente tú andas borracho
Lo que quieres es pelear
El mayor le contestó
Yo soy hombre de cuidado
Valente tú no eres hombre
Eres un ocasionado
Valente le contestó
Yo soy hombre de valor
Nos daremos de balazos
Si usted gusta mi mayor
Se tomaron de la mano
Se apartaron de la bola
Y a los poquitos momentos
Se oyen tiros de pistola
Vuela, vuela palomita
Si no has de volar detente
Estas son las mañanitas
Del mayo y de Valente
Valente Quintero
Here I sit down to sing
With true affection
Verses that were composed
For Mr. Valente Quintero
Valente went to Santiago
He went to see his loves
He tightened his gun belt
With his four gunmen
His beloved said to him
Valente, what are you going to do
The boss is drunk
And something might happen to you
Valente replied
Don't worry about that
After all, if he is the boss
I am also a lieutenant
When Valente arrived singing
He ordered them to play the bull
If the boss pays with silver
I will pay them with gold
The musicians told him
We don't know how to play it
Valente, you are drunk
All you want is to fight
The boss replied
I am a careful man
Valente, you are not a man
You are an opportunist
Valente replied
I am a brave man
We will shoot each other
If you wish, my boss
They took each other's hand
They stepped away from the crowd
And a few moments later
Gunshots were heard
Fly, fly little dove
If you don't want to fly, stop
These are the morning songs
Of May and Valente