Valentín de La Sierra

I'm going to sing a corrido
About a friend from my land
His name was Valentín
Who was shot and hanged in the sierra

I wouldn't want to remember
It was a winter afternoon
When, due to his bad luck
Valentín fell into the hands of the government

The general asks him
Who are the people you lead?
There are eight hundred rebels
That Mariano Mejía brings through the sierra

The colonel asks him
Who are the people you command?
There are eight hundred rebels
Who have the Landa ranch surrounded

The general told him
I grant you a pardon
But you must tell me
Who is the jury and the cause that judges you?

Valentín, being a man
Gave them no reason
I am one of the true men
Of those who invented the revolution

Valentín with great courage
Told the general like this
Of the people I bring
I will not hand over any of them

Before climbing the hill
Valentín wanted to cry
My dear Mother of Guadalupe
They will kill me for your religion

He walked around and smiled
Before they shot him
What are they waiting for not to kill me
Aim for the heart, don't aim for the face

When he fell to the ground
He only said these words
My dear Mother of Guadalupe
I entrust my soul to your beloved son

Just as he smiled
He remained dead smiling
And everyone admired him
For his courage, which was so tremendous

Fly, fly little dove
Land on that fort
These are the morning songs
Of a brave man who was Valentín