Castigador Por Herencia

Tired of falling, the countryman arrived
Rotten, can't stand it anymore
Today they kicked him out of his job
Consequence of his emotional outburst

Punisher by inheritance from his father
Enraged, he sought cannon fodder
And to his son who borrowed a couple of pesos
He beat them on the back with a stick

There was no chance for him
Not even the school founded by the governor
The little Indian boy never went to a class
His place in the hierarchy was the worst

In the devil's cauldron boils his childhood
Caressed by terror and fear
He will play with the whip when he is alone
To pretend to hit his parent

In his resentful soul, he harbors revenge
Dominant control, his lost dignity
Enduring the bad gut, bad gut

Unconditional damage marked his life
Pushed into the abyss of resentment
He embarked on finding a way out
He killed him with a stab without compassion

For murder, they sentenced him to fifteen years
He never found remorse
That's how he paid for his misfortune in a cage
Until one day he hung himself with a rope