Corrido De Baltazar

While grinding sugar cane
In his beloved little ranch
They were looking for Baltazar
To take him to prison
They were good hunters
Experienced in danger

A cunning deer
Is hard to hunt
Even if they set a trap
It has experience in jumping
They were left wanting
Baltazar slipped away

Only the one who carries the bag
Knows its contents
That's why the federal
Wanted to take him to prison
Nothing was proven against him
They let him go on the way

He went towards the mountains
Riding his dancing horse
His favorite horse
That loves him dearly
It dances the same to a huapango
As to a ballad or a song

Oh beautiful Culiacán
From the edge of the mountains
I see your lights
Like looking at the stars
How I miss my friends
Also my lovely blonde

The buddies from Guanajuato
Are about to start drinking
And here the 'voices of the ranch'
Are ready to sing
On the 6th of January
Baltazar is celebrated...