Corrido de Lucio Vázquez (Los Pavos Reales)
Antonio Aguilar
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
