The snow was falling
The pine trees were freezing
On the cliff of the strawberry tree
Some weapons were aimed
Only the feathers of snow
Those sights were cloudy.
Ramiro Sierra told them
No one is deceived here
I only came to collect from them
The death of my friend
And to collect the cattle
That they stole from him cowards.
There were six hundred steers
Also dairy cattle
That's why they coveted it
Those damn rustlers
But I didn't know that Ramiro
He was going to cut their leather.
Two twenty-three caliber
How beautifully you cackled
The moans were confused
With the mooing of the cows
And the echoes in the mountains
That ballad he recorded.
The horse was a Creole
But very well leased
That's why without his rider
He knew how to herd the cattle
Ramiro was proud
Of his retinto two albo.
Goodbye red horse
You will always be the first
Don Pablo Chávez has already died
That rich rancher
Hopefully he lives in heaven
Keep missing calves.

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