Ramiro Sierra
La nieve estaba cayendo
Los pinos se congelaban
En el risco del madroño
Unas armas apuntaban
Solo las plumas de nieve
Aquellas miras nublaban
Se oye rugir un novillo
Que venía con la manada
Y los cascos del caballo
Del señor que las arreaba
Ramiro dejó la bestia
Mientras el risco rodeaba
El caballo era un criollito
Pero muy bien arrendado
Por eso sin su jinete
Supo él arrear el ganado
Ramiro estaba orgulloso
De su retinto Dosalvo
Les dijo Ramiro Sierra
Aquí no se engaña a nadie
Yo solo vine a cobrarles
La muerte de mi compadre
Y a recoger el ganado
Que le robaron cobardes
Eran seiscientos novillos
También ganado lechero
Por eso lo codiciaban
Esos malditos cuatreros
Más no sabían que Ramiro
Les iba a rajar el cuero
Calibre dos veintitrés
Qué bonito cacareabas
Se confundían los quejidos
Con el mugir de las vacas
Y los cejos de la sierra
Esta balada grababan
Adiós retinto Dosalvo
Siempre serás el primero
Ya murió don Pablo Chávez
Aquel rico ganadero
Ojalá que haya en el cielo
Siga cerrando becerros
Ramiro Sierra
The snow was falling
The pine trees were freezing
On the cliff of the strawberry tree
Some guns were pointing
Only the snow feathers
Those sights were clouded
A bull is heard roaring
Coming with the herd
And the hooves of the horse
Of the man who was herding them
Ramiro left the beast
While he surrounded the cliff
The horse was a little Creole
But very well rented
That's why without his rider
He knew how to herd the cattle
Ramiro was proud
Of his dark bay Dosalvo
Ramiro Sierra told them
Here, no one is deceived
I only came to collect
The death of my friend
And to gather the cattle
That the cowards stole
There were six hundred steers
Also dairy cattle
That's why they coveted
Those damn rustlers
But they didn't know that Ramiro
Was going to skin them
Caliber two twenty-three
How beautifully you crowed
The groans were confused
With the lowing of the cows
And the ridges of the mountain
Recorded this ballad
Goodbye dark bay Dosalvo
You will always be the first
Don Pablo Chávez has died
That rich rancher
Hopefully in heaven
He keeps branding calves