Los Cuatro Centenarios
Duelo
The Four Centenarians
Pass me the bag, kid
that one you’ve been watching
I’m heading to the bar
to double what we earned
Don’t tell your mother
when we get back to the ranch
A poker game was going on
inside there, you know
for the old man’s misfortune
the three Guerrero brothers
invited him to their table
though the game was packed
Matias Corona lost
quickly seven million
from a harvest that brought
a year of bitter times
that along with his family
he raised in his work
Lost and desperate
he pulled out four centenarians
bet them in one hand
or even a coin toss
not seeing his son crying
silently by his side
The Guerreros wouldn’t take it
laughing, they got up
it’s little but it’s cash
Matias was almost begging
then suddenly a short 12
three shots rang out
In an instant, three bodies fell
money went back in the bag
as the father was running away
he swore he’d never play again
and the kid replied
and I won’t kill again
