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On Tuesday they shoot me
At six in the morning
For believing in eternal God
And in the great Guadalupana
They found me a stamp
Of Jesus in the hat
That's why they sentenced me
Because I am a Cristero
That's why they shot me.
Tuesday morning
They will kill my useless body
But never, never my soul
I tell my executioners
I want to be crucified.
And once crucified
Then use your rifles
Goodbye, mountains of Jalisco
Michoacán and Guanajuato
Where I fought the government
Who always ran away
They grabbed me, on my knees
Worshiping Jesus Christ
They knew there was no defense
In that holy precinct
I am a farmer by heritage
Born in Jaliscan
I have no other god than Christ.
Because he gave me existence
Killing me doesn't end it.
Belief in eternal God
Many remain in the fight
And others that are being born
That's why
They shoot me
Tuesday morning
Platoon!
Get ready!
Aim!
Long live Christ the King, and fire!
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