LEARN LYRICS

They said that he carried the Devil

Lies, he wasn't carrying anything

What he carried on his waist

Was a semi-auto pistol

He robbed and killed people

Because that's how he had fun

His head had a price

It was worth fifteen thousand pesos

Juan Martha was battle-hardened

And feared by the government

The rurales feared him

As if he were poison

His dear mother cried

She cried and told him

If they set my son free

I'd give fifteen thousand pesos

Don't cry anymore, dear mama

Don't offer them anything else

That when we reach that little hill

I'll laugh at the squad

Don't cry anymore, dear mama

Stop tormenting me

That out of a hundred lives I owe

With one I'm paying it

Tonight with the moon

And tomorrow with the sun

They're going to take my life

Let it be for the love of God

With this I say goodbye

But I leave you a letter

So that you keep singing

The ballad of Juan Martha