El Corrido Del Liebro

In this treacherous world, no one can escape death
The tiger dies, the lion dies, the priest dies, and the pope dies
Today he died facing the sun, with his silver spurs
Miguel Montiel the champion, the hare from Quetzalapa

It was February 22nd, Sunday, a day of great celebration
The sky was clouded, something bad was foreboding
And in warrior style, the party was celebrated
Capital of the rodeo, beautiful city of Iguala

The programs were announced, head to head with Juliantla
In the bullpens, the bulls of Joan Sebastian roared
And in that arena, horses of good breed danced
The bullfight was organized by Roberto 'Beto' Galarza

Finally, his turn came in that tough battle
Against the star bull, the kangaroo, which another friend had faced
To avoid difficulties, they left it to the hare
Miguel was certainly ready, he had already crossed the line

A hesitation, a revolt, and the bull charged
When the hare punished him with the right spur
Turning in the air, he fell on his back
Everyone realized that the hare was left behind

The foremen and bullfighters ran, very attentive
Beto shouted to the pens, let the people out
But it was already too late, Miguel was lifeless
Honoring the art, death had kissed him

Together with his companions, he finally left the arena
Lying in a barrier, which served as a coffin
A bullfighter's cape was used as a shroud
The brave warriors die but never back down

I feel a deep sorrow, and that's why I bid farewell
Understand and respond to everything that happened
The hare died in the way he would have wanted
He gave me that ride, I give him this ballad