They left from Guerrero
with anis-flavored tequila,
the direction they were taking
was toward famed San Diego.

When they arrived at the Rio Grande,
they stopped and thought:
"We better bring Leandro,
because there are only two of us."

They asked Leandro to go with them,
but Leandro said he could not:
"See, I am sick,
and I don't want to go this way."

They kept asking him to go,
until Leandro accompanied them,
in the hills of Miranda,
he was the first one to die.

They shot them at the same time,
they should have known,
Geronimo fell dead,
and Silvano fell badly wounded.

Silvano fell with two shots
he still remained speaking:
"Kill me you cowardly rinches
so you can't ask me any more questions."

The captain of the rinches
came up close to Silvano,
and in a few seconds,
Sivano Garcia was dead.

The rinches were brave,
there is no doubt of that,
the only way they can kill us
is to hunt us like deer.

So here is my farewell,
on my horse Lucero,
of the killing of three fine roosters
from the town of Guerrero.