El Negro Y El Catire
Gualberto Ibarreta
The Black and the Blond
They both met
On the sides of Payara
One raised his voice
And the other said nothing
They started to fight
There was no other choice
Mucuritas, El Yagual, and the cheese makers in the middle
They grabbed their spears
They shed blood and screams
The blond leading
And the black in front
But the blond cried
Because with his chest open
The black said goodbye, goodbye
Because he was dead
