Gabino Barrera did not understand the reasons for being drunk. He used pistols with six magazines. >His cloth around his neck was tangled
Blanket pants, a leather jacket
He had a dotted hat
His peasant feet wore
Huaraches and sometimes He walked at the root
But he liked to pay for the mariachis
He didn't care about the money
With a bottle of cane
In his hand he shouted Viva Zapata
Because the Suriano Indian was a rancher
He was a son of good breeding
He was tall and well-built
Very broad across his shoulders
His face was poorly covered
br/>His black gaze gave him an air
To the vulture of the mountains
Gabino Barrera left women
With children everywhere
For this reason in The towns where
He walked were sentenced
I remember one night when they murdered him
He came to see his beloved
Eighteen Mauser shots sounded
They sounded without giving him time at all
Gabino Barrera died as they die
The men who are brave
For a brunette he lost like
The cocks lose in the covered ones

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