Valentín de la Sierra [English translation]

I'm going to sing a ballad

about a friend from my country

by the name of Valentín,

who was shot and hung in the mountain

I do not wish to remember,

it was a winter afternoon

when because of his bad luck

Valentín fell into the hands of the government

The captain told him,

Who are the people you command?

There are eight hundred soldiers

that have the Sierra de Holandas surrounded

The colonel asks him,

Who are the people you lead?

They are eight hundred soldiers

that I brought through the Mariano Mejia mountain

Valentín, as he was a man, gave them no details

I am one of the real men,

those who have invented the revolution

The captain told him,

I will grant you a pardon

but you will tell me who is the juror and the cause that I judge

Before arriving at the hill, Valentin wanted to cry

My Mother of Guadalupe,

for your religion they are going to kill me

Fly, fly little dove,

stop at that small fort

These are the mornings

of that gallant man who was Valentín