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Description
Vihuela: Antonio Zepeda Rivera
Accordion, Background Vocals: Braulio Ibarra Soneranes
Trumpet: Mario Muñoz Cruz
Clarinet: Edgar Erón Valenzuela Castro
Background Vocals, Accordion: Juan Guadalupe Ontiveros Moroyoqui
Vihuela: Arnulfo Romero sombra
Bajo: Neftali Ozuna tucari
Clarinet: Juan de Dios Ontiveros Molinares
Trumpet: Francisco Javier Duarte Velarde
Recording Engineer, Producer: Antonio Zepeda
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Alberto Medina
Recording Engineer: Abraham Eduardo Tapia García
Executive Producer: Jorge Juárez
Executive Producer: Oscar Armando Díaz de León
Composer Lyricist: Abelardo Flores
Lyrics and translation
Original
Iba montado en su caballo, lo acompañaba su perro.
Se empinaba la botella, recordaba que en su encierro le informaron que en su casa, -casi a diario había un entierro.
-¿De verdad?
Nomás pensaba y pensaba, no se explicaba el asunto.
Otro trago se aventaba, regresaba al mismo punto.
¿Cómo es que había tanto entierro, si no había ningún difunto?
Apurando a su caballo con las espuelas de hierro.
Iba llegando al corral que estaba bajando el cerro.
No pudo ordeñar la vaca, porque se mamó el becerro.
Viejones. Saludos para todos, para toda la raza pinche dura. Ta' madre, compa Carín.
Échale, compa Tony.
Arriba Sonora, viejo.
Casi llegando a su rancho, Macario tomó un atajo.
Abrió la puerta de atrás, se puso verde del carajo.
Su mujer estaba arriba, su compadre estaba abajo.
Con el cuchillo en la mano sentía que le hervía la sangre.
Le cortó los dos al vato y al perro le quitó el hambre.
Y le dijo a su mujer: "Es todo tuyo, compadre".
Maldiciendo a su mujer, Macario se fue pa'l cerro.
Ventándosela al compadre, aquel que le puso el cuerno.
Supo que de los amigos, el mejor siempre es el perro.
Todo, compa Carín.
¿No, viejo? Oye, Amalia.
A ver ese pinche grito, pues, así como se burla, grite.
English translation
He was riding his horse, his dog accompanied him.
He filled the bottle, remembering that in his confinement he was informed that in his house, there was a funeral almost daily.
-Really?
I just thought and thought, the matter was not explained.
Another drink was thrown, returning to the same point.
How come there was so much burial, if there was no deceased?
Hurrying his horse with iron spurs.
I was reaching the corral that was going down the hill.
He couldn't milk the cow, because it suckled the calf.
Old men. Greetings to everyone, to the entire fucking tough race. Ta' mother, compa Carín.
Throw him out, buddy Tony.
Up Sonora, man.
Almost reaching his ranch, Macario took a shortcut.
He opened the back door, he turned green as hell.
His wife was upstairs, his compadre was downstairs.
With the knife in his hand he felt his blood boil.
He cut both of the guys and took away the dog's hunger.
And he said to his wife: "It's all yours, buddy."
Cursing his wife, Macario left for the hill.
Selling it to the compadre, the one who cheated on him.
He knew that of the friends, the best is always the dog.
Everything, friend Carín.
No, old man? Hey, Amalia.
Let's see that fucking scream, well, just as he mocks, he screamed.