Lucio Vasquez

The Peacocks flew
Heading to the wet mountains
They killed Lucio Vázquez
For a young woman he loved

It was ten o'clock at night
Lucio was having dinner
Some friends arrived
To invite him to a fandango

His mother told him
His father with more reason
Son, don't go to the dance
My heart warns me

Oh!
Lucio, they're going to kill you!
Oh!

They rode their horses
Heading to the wet mountains
When they arrived at the dance
His rival was already waiting for him

They invited him for some drinks
Lucio didn't want to accept
They exchanged some words
To start a fight

They stabbed him three times
From the back to the heart
As his mother used to say
He was killed in betrayal

Oh!
Poor Lucio!

My Mother of Guadalupe
Of the Way of Love
Give me permission, ma'am
To rise again

After they murdered him
They threw dirt in his mouth
And that's how they saw him die
As when one's time comes

The Peacocks flew
Heading to the wet mountains
They killed Lucio Vázquez
For a young woman he loved