El árbol de la horca

The wind was swinging it
what a dark memory
it was my father's body
who had a rope around his neck
they had hanged him on Sunday
from the branches of that cedar

I was barely 10 years old
I cried like a child
the dog had been shot
I knew from his howls
but he was dragging a spur
that belonged to the murderers

Sir, does it belong to you
or perhaps you forgot
I am Jesús Maldonado
son of the one who was hanged
you can imagine the reasons
why I am looking for him

After all, the laws
won't be able to save him
his children are not guilty
but that's beside the point
if you don't arrive by twelve
you may not see them again

In the coyote's pass
be very well prepared
if you don't want to fight
I'll drag you on my horse
from the branches of that cedar
I will leave you hanging

Death rode on horseback
he witnessed the events
in the coyote's pass
this case happened
there Jesús Maldonado
hanged a judge of letters