Vestido rojo
Vagon Chicano
Red Dress
You mount me on my horse
when you go to bury me
I don't want any coward
to have the luxury of carrying me
I don't like traitors
where I usually walk.
You dress very well in red
don't wear black for me
and before I cool down
you will forget my memory
and you release my horse
let it get lost in the pasture.
The comet crosses space
and announces misfortunes
the plague killed the cattle
and wounded my back
with one foot in hell
only a miracle saves me.
The coyote fell on the four
the crows dress in black
whether I go or stay
you will forget my memory
start lighting candles
for a treacherous love.
Fiero de Rodríguez Gacha
said a silver horse
a purebred horse
ridden by the Mexican
since Gonzalo died
no one has been able to ride it.
The comet crosses space
and announces misfortunes
the plague killed the cattle
and wounded my back
with one foot in hell
only a miracle saves me.
