Dios Te Salve Mi Hijo

The town was full of foreign people
The leaders deployed the most brutal of their actions
Encouraging the countrymen, if they win the elections
For the money, for the grave, for the vote or the knife

And the moment the opponents were marching across
A countryman shouted "Long live!" and mentioned the leader
And the others responded, burying their daggers
In the brave body of the countryman who shouted

An old man slowly took off his black hat
He stretched the warm legs of the countryman who fell
He kissed him with all his soul, he put a Christ between his fingers
And dripping tears, between his teeth, he murmured

Poor my son, who would say that he is noble and brave?
He would pay with his life to support an opinion
For not listening to me, my son: I told you so many times
Do not judge the speeches of the Doctor or the boss

It's cold, isn't it, my son? (It's getting dark now)
Cover yourself with this poncho and carry it with you forever
It is the same poncho pampa, that in his cradle when he was a child
Many times, my son, many times he covered it up

I, on my way to the cemetery, and next to her grandmother
With his dagger and with my nails I will open a grave
And to his poor little mother, to his poor little mother
He will tell you that you have left, that he will come back very soon

At twelve o'clock at night, the old man arrived at his little ranch
And very discreetly he caressed his old woman
And he said to her tenderly: Your puppy has gone far away
He made up with a troop, I gave him the poncho and he kissed me!

And bring an old aura just in case, as the trip is a bit long
Light a few candles, just in case
Kneel down and pray that God does not abandon you
And pray for the souls who need light and peace