Corrido de La Leva

The rich reached an agreement
-- Greed brought them together --
The draft threw Zapata
To the ninth battalion

Pain, pain of the draft
The rebellion is on the march
Each rifle in the draft
Is a curse standing

-- Don't cry, dear comadre
Please don't cry
For your sons will return
To ease your pain

-- Sister, my sweet sister
Your brother was taken
By the dust of the whirlwind
That the draft raised

The wind moves the cane
And the draft moved us
From the field of bright green
Where the dream grew

-- Elder in white robe
Where did your son go?
-- He went down those roads
The draft took him

-- Friend, my honest friend
Who abandoned his friend
The draft took him
I can't stay

Hut that shakes its straw
Its door broke
Farmer who goes without furrow
The draft separated them

They took Zapata
The draft took him
Don't lose faith, boys
Long live the revolution!

Anenecuilco doesn't give in
-- This town never gave in
Every gap they left
Was filled with another man

The landowners said
-- Zapata is an agitator
And that's why we sent him
To the ninth battalion