Ramiro Sierra

The snow was falling
The pine trees were freezing
On the cliff of the strawberry tree
Some guns were pointing
Only the snow feathers
Those sights were clouded

A bull is heard roaring
Coming with the herd
And the hooves of the horse
Of the man who was herding them
Ramiro left the beast
While he surrounded the cliff

The horse was a little Creole
But very well rented
That's why without his rider
He knew how to herd the cattle
Ramiro was proud
Of his dark bay Dosalvo

Ramiro Sierra told them
Here, no one is deceived
I only came to collect
The death of my friend
And to gather the cattle
That the cowards stole

There were six hundred steers
Also dairy cattle
That's why they coveted
Those damn rustlers
But they didn't know that Ramiro
Was going to skin them

Caliber two twenty-three
How beautifully you crowed
The groans were confused
With the lowing of the cows
And the ridges of the mountain
Recorded this ballad

Goodbye dark bay Dosalvo
You will always be the first
Don Pablo Chávez has died
That rich rancher
Hopefully in heaven
He keeps branding calves