Ezequiel Rodríguez
La Arrolladora Banda El Limon
Ezequiel Rodriguez
In the year 41, December for sure
There was a death in La Osada, on Saturday the 23rd
When Ezequiel arrived at the dance, and gave them a piece of his mind
Respect me, I'm your father, you agrarians from La Osada
God entrusted me with a head, and here I bring it in my sight
Tonight I'll send it, it must be from an agrarian
Anselmo pulled out a gun, and Ezequiel pulled out his own
Because he thought that everyone belonged to him
After Ezequiel fell, not even lifting a finger
Everyone was shouting: Long live Anselmo Garcia!
They set off on the road, heading towards Linares
With Ezequiel wounded, his family unaware
Goodbye, chestnut horse, I won't ride you again
They're taking me to Linares, they're taking me to bury
At the foot of my grave, I desire my gun
They killed a gunman, from the people of Atareo
