Ramiro Sierra - La Arrolladora Banda El Limón De René Camacho

La nieve estaba cayendo los pinos se congelaban

En el risco del madroño unas armas apuntaban

Solo las brumas de nieve aquellas miras nublaban

Se oyo mugir un novillo, que venia con la manada

Y los cascos del caballo del señor que las arriaba

Ramiro dejo la bestia mientras el risco rodeaba

El caballo era un criollito, pero muy bien arrendado

Por eso sin su jinete supo rialar el ganado

Ramiro estaba orgulloso de su requinto dosalvo

Les dijo Ramiro Sierra, aqui no se engaña a nadie

Yo solo vine a cobrarles la muerte de mi compadre

Y a recojer el ganado, que le robaron cobardes

Eran 600 novillos, tambien ganado lechero

Por eso lo codiciaban esos malditos cuatreros

Mas no sabian que Ramiro, les iba a rajar el cuero

Calibre 2.23 que bonito cacareabas

Se confundian los quejidos

Con el mugir de las vacas

Y los ecos de la sierra estaba a la grababa

Adios requinto dosalvo siempre seras el primero

Ya murio Don Pablo Chavez aquel rico ganadero

Ojala y alla en el cielo sigas herrando becerros

The snow was falling the pines were freezing

On the crag of the strawberry tree some weapons pointed

Only the mists of snow those sights clouded

A steer was heard mooing, which came with the herd

And the hooves of the horse of the gentleman who lowered them

Ramiro left the beast while the cliff surrounded

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 refinement two except

Ramiro Sierra told them, no one is fooled here

I only came to charge you for the death of my compadre

And to pick up the cattle, which cowards stole

There were 600 steers, also dairy cattle

That's why those damn rustlers coveted him

But they did not know that Ramiro was going to cut their leather

Caliber 2.23 how beautiful you cackled

The moans were confused

With the mooing of the cows

And the echoes of the saw were at the recorded

Goodbye requinto dosalvo you will always be the first

Don Pablo Chavez, that rich rancher, has already died

Hopefully and there in heaven you continue to shoe calves