Román Iriarte

I saw him traveling alone,
He rode with death,
He was going to avenge his family,
Truly a man without luck,
I know well that there are bad people,
My eyes witnessed it,
For not being able to catch him,
His family was killed,

A ten-year-old boy,
Tried to go warn him,
They shot him down,
As if he were a criminal,
When he arrived in Cartagena,
He went to see the commander,
My name is Román Iriarte,
I knew he came looking for me,

Come in Mr. Iriarte
How can we help you?
You don't serve anyone anymore,
Because you're going to die now,
He was shot eighteen times,
That's how his life was taken,
Then he killed three agents,
Upon entering Barranquilla,
Román also died,
His gun fell silent,
But he died very smiling,
And avenged his family