Ezequiel Rodrígues
Los Cadetes de Linares
Ezequiel Rodrígues
Year of 41, December for sure month
There was a death in 'la osada', a Saturday twenty-three
When Ezequiel arrived at the dance, and he talked to them
Respect me, I am your father, agrarists of 'la osada'
God entrusted me with a head, and here I bring it in my sight
Tonight I will send it, it must be from an agrarist
Anselmo pulled out a gun, and Ezequiel pulled out his
Because he thought that everyone was his
After Ezequiel fell, not even his hands moved
All the people shouted, long live Anselmo García
They left all the way, heading to Linares
With Ezequiel badly wounded, without his family knowing
Goodbye chestnut horse, I won't ride you again
They take me to Linares, they take me to bury
At the foot of my grave, I wish for my gun
They killed a gunman, from the people of Atareo