Juan Martha

They said he carried the devil
Lies, he carried nothing
What he carried on his waist
Was a pistol

He stole and killed people
Because that's how he had fun
His head had a price
Fifteen thousand pesos it was worth

Brave was Juan Martha
And feared by the government
The rural police feared him
As if he were poison

At the Morita station
The rural police apprehended him
They took him to the palace
Police and federal agents

His poor mother cried
She cried and told them
If they set her son free
She would give fifteen thousand pesos

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't offer them anything
When we reach that hill
I'll laugh at the authorities

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't torment me
Of the hundred lives I owe
I'm paying with one

Tonight with the moon
And tomorrow with the sun
They will take my life
For the love of God

With this, I bid you farewell
But I leave you a letter
So you can keep singing
The ballad of Juan Martha