I'm going to tell you a very well-known ballad,
what happened there in the ranch of teh flower,
the sad story of a rancher in love
who was a drunkard, a party animal, and a gambler.
His name was Juan, and they called him "wounded",
he was valiant and rash in love,
he got on well with the most beautiful women
and in those fields not a single flower was left.
One Sunday when he was getting very drunk
they hurried to warn him at the bar:
"Be careful, Juan, for they are already coming to find you,
they are a lot of men, don't get yourself killed.
He hadn't time to mount his horse,
pistol in hand they pushed him out of the crowd,
"I'm drunk and I'm a pretty good rooster",
when a bullet went through his heart.
The corn grew with the rain on the ranch,
and the the pigeons went flying to the rocky ground,
they take lovely bulls to the slaughterhouse today,
what a good horse the foreman is riding,
And the bells of the shrine are tolling,
all the faithful are heading for prayer,
and from the hills the ranchers are bringing down
a dead man they are bringing to bury.
In a very humble shack a girl is weeping
and the women advise her and leave,
while her mother consoles her with love,
looking at the sky, and prays for her Juan.
Here I finish singing this ballad
of Juan the rancher, sword-wounded and mocking,
who thought that women approved of him
and was a drunkard, a trouble-maker and a gambler.