The peacocks flew towards the wet mountains
They killed Lucio Vazquez
For a woman he loved
It was at eleven at night that Lucio was having dinner
Some friends arrived
To imitate a pandango
His mother told him, she told me
The heart
Son, don't go to the dance
Be careful of betrayal
Don't cry, dear mother< br/>That your crying torments me
I'm going to dance with the young woman
That you know I love so much
They counted their horses towards the Sierra Mojada
Where the young woman rested
br/>That Lucio adored so much
When they arrived at the dance, Lucio didn't want to drink
One gave him a drink
Another stabbed him with a stab
The stab wounds returned from his back to his heart
As his mother told him
They killed him by treason
The peacocks flew
heading to the Sierra Mojada
They killed Lucio Vazquez
For a woman he loved

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