El Hijo de Villanueva - Traditional

    Un domingo por la tarde
    Ai pasar por la Alameda,
    Hataron a Feliclano
    Elhljo de Villanueva.

    No lo mataron peleando
    Ni tampoco por detras,
    Lo mataron por valiente
    El hljo de Nlcolas

    Sus hermanos le lloraban
    su madre con mas razon, 
    De ver a su hljo tendido
    Traspasado el corazon.

    Fueron a traer al Padre
    A ver si se confesaba,
    No se pudo confesar
    Porque la sangre le ahogaba.

    !Que se clerran las igleslas!
    !Y que abren los conventos!
    !El hljo de Villanueva
    No alcanzo ni sacramentos!

    Ya con esto me despido
    Y aqul se acaban cautaudo
    Con mi sombrero en la mano
    Los versos de Feliciano

    One Sunday morning
    As he was walking In the Park,
    They killed Fel iciano
    The son of Villanueva

    They didn't kill him fighting
    Nor treacherously from behind,
    They killed him as a brave man
    The son of Nicolas

    His brothers mouned him/
    His mother with more reason,

    For she saw her son stretched out
    Stabbed In the heart.

    They fetched the priest
    To see if he could confess,
    But he couldn't take absolution
    Because his blood drowned him.

    Close the churches!
    Open the convents! 
    The son of Villanueva
    Didn't even receive the sacraments!

    Now I say goodbye
    With my hat in my hand
    And here is the end
    Of the song about Feliciano.

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