Recuerdame Bonito - Banda Cuisillos translation in English

Recuerdame Bonito

En un ranchito en la sierra
Feliz vivía Maunuel Juárez
Errendando sus caballos, cuidando sus propiedades
Trabajando bien sus tierras
Poco sale a las ciudades.
Bonita estaba su chata
Estaban recién casados
Vivían en casa de adobe
Pero bien enamorados.

La feria del cuarto viernes señores,
Se celebraba en el pueblo,
Cerca de semana santa,
Pero andaba suelto el diablo.

Manuel ensilla una yegua
También su potro más fino
Con su sonrisa y su chata
Con rumbo al pueblo se vino
¡caramba! ¡qué mala pata! ¡qué jugada del destino!.
Un tipo grita en la calle: ¡ay que rechulas caderas!
No se refería a la yegua
Y esas si son tiznaderas.

Manuel le dió vuelta al potro
El otro sacó pistola
Juárez es herido de un brazo
El otro muerto hecho bola
En las patas del caballo que Manuel Juárez adora.

Testigos hubo del caso
Y aunque a Manuel apresaron
Luego de averigûaciones, en libertad lo dejaron
Mientras que calladamente al hocicón sepultaron.
Y en un ranchito en la sierra, allá vive Manuel Juárez
Con sus hijos y su chata
Tiene pocas amistades
Trabaja cuacos y tierra, ya no sale a la ciudades.

Yo con esta me despido señores,
Y les recuerdo una cosa:
Que aunque sea humilde el ranchero,
Hay que respetar su esposa.

Remember Me Pretty

In a small ranch in the mountains
Manuel Juárez lived happily
Herding his horses, taking care of his property
Working hard on his lands
He rarely went to the cities.
His wife was beautiful
They were newlyweds
Living in an adobe house
But very much in love.

The fair on the fourth Friday, gentlemen,
Was celebrated in the village,
Close to Holy Week,
But the devil was on the loose.

Manuel saddles a mare
And his finest stallion
With his smile and his wife
They head for the village
My God! What bad luck! What a twist of fate!
A man shouts in the street: Oh, what fine hips!
He wasn't referring to the mare
And those are real scorchers.

Manuel turns his horse around
The other man pulls out a gun
Juárez is wounded in the arm
The other one killed, a crumpled mess
At the feet of the horse that Manuel Juárez loves.

There were witnesses to the incident
And although Manuel was arrested
After investigations, he was set free
While the loudmouth was quietly buried.
And in a small ranch in the mountains, there lives Manuel Juárez
With his children and his wife
He has few friends
He works horses and land, he no longer goes to the cities.

I bid you farewell, gentlemen,
And I remind you of one thing:
However humble the rancher may be,
You must respect his wife.