I am going to sing you a very famous ballad
About what has taken place in the ranch of the flower
The sad history of a rancher in love
Who was a drunkard, a party lover and a gambler
His name was Juan and they nicknamed charrasqueado*
He was brave and daring in matters of love
He made off with the prettiest women
In those fields not one flower remained
One Sunday when he was getting drunk
At the cantina they ran to advise him
"Over there are many men going to look for you
Take care John that they don't kill you."
He had no time to mount his horse,
Pistol in hand they all came down upon him
And he was shouting to them, "I am drunk and I am a good strong man"
When a bullet pierced his heart
The cornfield rose up with the rain in the pasture
And the doves go flying to the stony ground
Handsome bulls they take to the slaughterhouse today,
The foreman goes along riding a good horse
Now the bells of the sanctuary are ringing
All the faithful are on their way to pray
And from the mountain the ranchers are coming down
Bringing a dead man to bury.
In a very humble hut a little boy cries
And the women counsel him and go away
But his mother consoles him with love
Looking toward heaven she cries and prays for her Juan
Here ends the singing of this ballad
Of Juan, rancher, charrasqueado and seducer
Who believed himself spoiled by the women
Who was a drunkard, a brawler and a gambler