Pancho

Pancho stayed
Among dirty cans
He never revived
Revenge is harsh

In Hualqui he was born
On a cloudy day
Nothing strange about him
It was a holiday Sunday

Great was his love
Her name was Mina
Without repercussion
They left at dawn

Pancho looked at her
On the horse's back
It was a passion for two
Almost without words

His brother, a lover, swore to find her
To settle or continue the cause
His father ordered to imprison her
Pancho took
The unsuspecting princess
Nine months go by
And the queen is no longer holy

Horseshoes and footprints, old stakes he found
The jealous brother fumbled in the dark at night
Tends to share the most expensive things
He travels and searches in vain for the path of the Sun
Pancho fell asleep
With the witch on his back

When he woke up
He saw some old sheets
His brother-in-law put an end
To this eternal story
With an iron he pierced
Pancho who made a grimace
The grimace of terror
When life fades away

In a chicken coop Mina anchored herself
Her loving brother never understood her
With a burning iron he blinded her immediately
He doesn't know if it was his brother or his father who loved her
He doesn't know if it was his brother or his father who loved her

Pancho stayed
Among dirty cans
He always complained
Life is so harsh