Las Tres Mujeres - Los Cadetes De Linares Übersetzung ins Englische

Las Tres Mujeres

Por ahí dice una leyenda
Que en el Rancho de Canales
Se aparecen tres mujeres
Que en vida fueron rivales
Se dieron de puñaladas
Allá entre los mezquitales

El causante de esas muertes
Santos Valdez se llamaba
Y a las tres, por separado
Les decía que las amaba
Pero a ninguna quería
Nada más las engañaba

Tucita era de la costa
Del Charco Azul, María Inés
Estela era de Reynosa
La más brava de las tres
Decía "yo pierdo la vida
Antes que a Santos Valdez"

Dicen que en Laguna Seca
Cuando la gente pasaba
Se oían gritos de mujeres
Cuando ya el sol se ocultaba
Eran aquellas valientes
Que ya de muertas penaban

Santos Valdez fue a sus tumbas
Para pedirles perdón
Rezaba sus oraciones
Con todo su corazón
Y ¿quién habría de pensarlo?
Que allá murió en el panteón

Tucita era de la costa
Del Charco Azul, María Inés
Estela era de Reynosa
La más brava de las tres
Decía "yo pierdo la vida
Antes que a Santos Valdez"

The Three Women

A legend goes around, my dear,
That on the Canales Ranch, they say,
Three women appear in the night air,
Who in life were rivals, I hear.
They stabbed each other, it's true,
There among the mesquite, just for you.

The cause of these deaths, my sweet,
Was Santos Valdez, the name he'd greet.
And to all three, separately he'd say,
"I love you," he'd claim, day by day.
But he loved none of them, no, not one,
He only deceived them, 'til their lives were done.

Tucita was from the coast, you see,
From Charco Azul, María Inés, so free.
Estela was from Reynosa, so bold,
The bravest of the three, it's told.
She said, "I'd rather lose my life,
Than lose Santos Valdez, my love, my strife."

They say that in Laguna Seca, dry and bare,
When people passed by with care,
They'd hear the cries of women in despair,
When the sun began to hide its glare.
They were those brave souls, it's said,
Who even in death, were pained and dread.

Santos Valdez went to their graves one day,
To ask for their forgiveness, come what may.
He prayed his prayers, with all his might,
With all his heart, both day and night.
And who would have thought, my dear,
That he died right there, in the graveyard drear?

Tucita was from the coast, you see,
From Charco Azul, María Inés, so free.
Estela was from Reynosa, so bold,
The bravest of the three, it's told.
She said, "I'd rather lose my life,
Than lose Santos Valdez, my love, my strife."