Esto No Es El Oeste, Pero Aquí También Hay Tiros (A Billy The Kid)

Look how your friends
we come here to sing to you
with tears in our eyes
and the hearts of the buddies
here mere Mexicans with our
maternal blood
here placed as punishment
Of informers and cowards.
That we too are
natural Mexicans
without fear of any gringo, nor
sheriffs nor marshals
Without fear of guns or federal rifles.
Without fear of the talks even if they are judicial.
Oh! Billy The Kid
riding through the valleys
with a knife at the waist
And lead in the ribs.
Brother of the humble,
we don't harm anyone,
unless provoked,
In the mountains or in the valley.
May no one ever forget
the brave Kid and may everyone keep
in their memory
Your venerable memory.
May God and the Holy Virgin of Guadalupe,
reward you for the many good deeds you did
To the people who deserve it.