Valentín De La Sierra

I'm going to sing a corrido,
from a friend of my land
named Valentín,
who was shot and hanged in the sierra

I wouldn't want to remember,
it was a winter afternoon
when, by his bad luck,
Valentín fell into the hands of the government

The colonel said to him,
who are the people you command?
they are eight hundred soldiers,
who have the sierra de Holandas surrounded

The colonel asked him,
who are the people you lead?
they are eight hundred soldiers,
brought through the sierra by Mariano Mejía

Valentín, being a man of nothing, gave them reason
I am one of the true men,
those who have invented the revolution

The colonel said to him,
I grant you a pardon
but you will tell me who the jury is and the cause they judged

Before reaching the hill, Valentín wanted to cry
my mother of Guadalupe,
for your religion they will kill me

Fly, fly little dove,
land on that fort
these are the morning songs
of a brave man who was Valentín