Gabino Barrera - Vicente Fernandez, ANTONIO AGUILAR

Gabino Barrera, no entendía razones, andando en la borrachera

Cargaba pistola, con 6 cargadores, le daba gusto a cualquiera

Usaba el bigote, en cuadro abultado, con paño al cuello enredado

Calzones de mata, chamarra de cuero, traía punteado el sombrero

Sus pies campesinos, usaban guaraches, y a veces a raíz andaba

Pero le gustaba pagar los mariachis, la plata no le importaba

Con una botella de caña en la mano, gritaba «Viva Zapata»

Porque era ranchero el indio suriano, era hijo de buena mata

Era alto y bien dado, muy ancho de espaldas, su rosto mal encanchado

Su negra mirada, un aire le daba, al buitre de las montañas

Gabino Barrera, dejaba mujeres, con hijos, por donde andaba

Por eso en los pueblos, donde se paseaba, se la tenían sentenciada

Recuerdo la noche que lo asesinaron, venia de ver a su amada

18 descargas de máuser sonaron, sin darle tiempo de nada

Gabino Barrera murió como mueren, los hombres que son bragados

Por una morena, perdió como pierden, los gallos en los tapados

Gabino Barrera, did not understand reasons, walking drunk

He carried a pistol, with 6 chargers, he pleased anyone

He wore a mustache, in a bulky frame, with a tangled cloth around his neck

Mata panties, leather jacket, had a dotted hat

His peasant feet used guaraches, and sometimes because of him he walked

But he liked to pay for the mariachis, the money did not matter to him

With a bottle of cane in his hand, he shouted "Viva Zapata"

Because he was a rancher, the Suriano Indian, he was the son of a good bush

He was tall and well-built, very broad-shouldered, his face

Her black look at him, an air gave him, the vulture of the mountains

Gabino Barrera, he left women, with children, wherever he went

That's why in the towns, where he walked, they had her sentenced

I remember the night he was murdered, he was coming to see his beloved

18 Mauser discharges sounded, without giving him time for anything

Gabino Barrera died as they die, the men who are bragados

For a brunette, he lost like they lose, the cocks in the coats