El Corrido De Los Perez

In nineteen eleven
let me explain it right,
two brothers were killed
and a cousin too, alright.

It was a Thursday, April 20th,
at around three in the afternoon,
Don Mariano Perez saw
in the hands of a coward, a goon.

Such tragic races,
those races from the hill,
they lost their lives and horses
and their money, what a thrill.

It was a Sunday under the moon
that lit the fuse, you see,
and at the first gunshots,
it was the first to flee.

Jesus Perez would say
with a strong sense of pride,
I'll die standing my ground,
I'm no coward, I won't hide.

Isidro Perez would say
it wasn't done the wrong way,
if they had just spoken straight,
a different tune they'd play.

Mariano Perez would say
let's just leave it in peace,
for that would suit us well,
by God, I won't say more, please.

Isidro fell to the south,
Jesus fell to the north,
Mariano to the east,
like forming a cross, of course.

Fly, fly, little dove,
fly, dear dove, take flight,
tell the father of the Perez
that here ends his life tonight.