Maquina 501

Machine 501
The one that ran through Sonora
That's why the Garroteros, the one who doesn't sigh, cries
It was a Sunday, gentlemen
Around three in the afternoon
Jesus Garcia was caressing his mother
In a few moments
Mother, I have to leave
The train whistle is heard
My future is approaching

When he arrived at the station
A train was already whistling
And a car of dynamite
Was already burning

The Fireman tells him
Jesus, let's go stoking
Look, the car behind
Is already burning towards us
Jesus Garcia replies
I think very differently
I don't want to be the cause
Of so many people dying

He turned his steam engine around
Because it was uphill
And before reaching the 6
His life ended there

Since that unforgettable day
You have earned the cross
You have earned the palms
You are a hero, Jesus