Corrido De Baltazar
Estando moliendo caña
En su ranchito querido
Buscaban a baltazar
Para llevarlo al presidio
Eran buenos cazadores
Con experiencia al peligro
Un venado lampariado
Es difícil de cazar
Aunque le pongan la trampa
Tiene experiencia al brincar
Se quedaron con las ganas
Se les peló baltazar
Solo el que carga el moral
Le sabe su contenido
Por eso la federal
Quería llevarlo al presidio
No se les comprobó nada
Se les bajo en el camino
Se fue con rumbo a la sierra
Montado en su bailador
Su caballo preferido
Que lo quiere con amor
Lo mismo baila un huapango
Que un corrido o una canción
Ay culiacán tan hermoso
Desde el filo de la sierra
Tus luces yo las diviso
Como mirar las estrellas
Como extraño a mis amigos
También a mi linda güera
Los compas de guanajuato
Van a empezar a tomar
Y aquí las "voces del rancho"
Están listo pa' cantar
El merito 6 de enero
Se festeja baltazar……….
Ballad of Baltazar
While grinding sugar cane
In his beloved little ranch
They were looking for Baltazar
To take him to prison
They were good hunters
Experienced in danger
A cunning deer
Is hard to hunt
Even if they set a trap
It has experience in jumping
They were left wanting
Baltazar slipped away
Only the one who carries the bag
Knows its contents
That's why the federal
Wanted to take him to prison
Nothing was proven against him
They let him go on the way
He went towards the mountains
Riding his dancing horse
His favorite horse
That loves him dearly
It dances the same to a huapango
As to a ballad or a song
Oh beautiful Culiacán
From the edge of the mountains
I see your lights
Like looking at the stars
How I miss my friends
Also my lovely blonde
The buddies from Guanajuato
Are about to start drinking
And here the 'voices of the ranch'
Are ready to sing
On the 6th of January
Baltazar is celebrated...