Luis Aguirre - Luis Y Julian Übersetzung ins Englische

Luis Aguirre

Voy a cantar un corrido
Que traigo dentro del alma
Es la historia de un amigo
Que mataron a mansalva
Valiente y muy decidido
Luis Aguirre se llamaba

Luisito se emborrachaba
Cuando Francisco llegó
Ya sabía que lo buscaba
Para llevarlo a prisión
Luisito vengo a aprenderte
Es una orden superior

Quítate de aquí cachorro
Tienes mucho que aprender
A disparar un revólver
Y a que te ame una mujer
Apártate de mi vista
Yo no peleo para perder

Luisito tú ya lo sabes que yo
Soy hombre de ley
He venido a Matamoros
Pa' llevarte a Monterrey
Y tú te vienes conmigo
Yo sólo no he de volver

Francisco que hace el intento
De su pistola sacar
Pero ya estaba bien muerto
Antes del suelo tocar
Con un balazo en el pecho
No se volvió a levantar

Luis Aguirre se descuida
Su confianza lo perdió
Con tres balas expansibas
Junto a Francisco cayó
En su delirio decía:
¿Quién fue el que me disparó?

Murieron dos gallos finos
No los volverán a ver
Uno de la policía
Y el otro contra la ley
Uno de Nuevo Laredo
Y el otro de Monterrey

Adiós revólver plateado
Mucho aprecio te tenía
Tenías mi nombre grabado
Con letras de artesanía
Teniéndote aquí a mi lado
Ni al gobierno le temía

Luis Aguirre

I'm going to sing a corrido, my love,
That I carry deep within my soul.
It's the story of a friend of mine,
Who was brutally slain, my dear.
Brave and determined, he was,
His name was Luis Aguirre, my sweet.

Luisito was getting drunk, you see,
When Francisco arrived on the scene.
He already knew he was looking for him,
To take him away to prison, my queen.
"Luisito, I've come to arrest you," he said,
"It's an order from above, my love."

"Get away from me, pup," Luisito cried,
"You've got a lot to learn, it's true."
"How to shoot a revolver, my dear,"
"And how to be loved by a woman like you."
"Get out of my sight," he roared with might,
"I don't fight to lose, my sweet delight."

"Luisito, you already know that I,"
"Am a man of the law, my love so true."
"I've come to Matamoros, you see,"
"To take you to Monterrey, just me and you."
"And you're coming with me, my dear,"
"I won't be returning alone, I fear."

Francisco tried to draw his gun, my love,
From its holster, quick and fast.
But he was already dead, my dear,
Before he hit the ground at last.
With a bullet in his chest, you see,
He never got up again, not he.

Luis Aguirre let his guard down low,
His confidence betrayed, my sweet.
With three expanding bullets, you know,
He fell beside Francisco's feet.
In his delirium, he cried aloud,
"Who was it that shot me, my love so proud?"

Two fine roosters died that day,
You'll never see them again, my dear.
One a policeman, brave and true,
The other against the law, I fear.
One from Nuevo Laredo, you see,
The other from Monterrey, like me.

Farewell, silver revolver, my friend so dear,
I held you in high esteem, it's true.
You had my name engraved, my love so near,
With handcrafted letters, just for you.
With you by my side, my dear,
I feared not even the government, my sweet, no fear.