Corrido de Lucio Vazquez

The peacocks flew
To Sierra Mojada
They killed Lucio Vázquez
For a young woman he loved

At nine o'clock at night
Lucio was having dinner
When his friends arrived
And invited him to a fandango

His mother used to say
Beware of betrayal
Don't go, my dear son
My heart tells me

They rode their horses
Towards Sierra Mojada
When they arrived at the dance
His rival was already waiting

They took him to the edge
To see if he could play
Three stabs they gave him
At the foot of a green prickly pear

The three who stabbed him
Went to a field
Walking very slowly
The three cleaning their steel

My Lady of Guadalupe
From the town of Jerez
Give me permission, Lady
To rise again

His poor mother cried
Walking in the corridors
How do you want to get up
If they are mortal wounds

The peacocks flew
To Sierra Mojada
They killed Lucio Vázquez
For a young woman he loved