Con El Poncho Embravecido
Victor Jara
With the Raging Poncho
With the raging poncho
And a heart torn apart
Our outlaw rides hard
Taking down wicked gringos.
He rides with a red poncho
And on his winged horse
And wherever he sets his sights,
My love, that’s where the bullet lands.
Down this street they came
Those daring men.
They ran into Joaquín
And Joaquín met his fate.
