Lyrics and translation Chayito Valdez - Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera,
No entendía razones,
Andando en la borrachera.
Cargaba pistola,
Con seis cargadores,
Le daba gusto a cualquiera.
Usaba el bigote,
En cuadro abultado,
Su paño al cuello enrredado.
Calzones de manta,
Chamarra de cuero,
Traía puntado el sombrero.
Sus pies campesinos,
Usaban huaraches,
Y a veces a raiz andaba.
Pero le gustaba,
Pagar los mariachis,
La plata no le importaba.
Con una botella,
De caña en la mano,
Gritaba ¡viva Zapata!.
Porque era ranchero,
El indio suriano,
Era hijo de buena mata.
(Puente musical)
Era alto y bien dado,
Muy ancho de espaldas,
Su rostro mal encachado.
Su negra mirada,
Un aire le daba,
Al buitre de la montaña.
Gabino Barrera,
Dejaba mujeres,
Con hijos por donde quiera,
Por eso en los pueblos,
Donde el se paseaba,
Se la tenían sentenciada.
Recuerdo la noche,
Que lo asesinaron,
Venía de ver a su amada.
Dieciocho descargas,
De mauser sonaron,
Sin darle tiempo de nada.
Gabino Barrera,
Murió como mueren,
Los hombres que son bragados.
Por una morena,
Perdió como pierden,
Los gallos en los tapados.

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera,
Didn't listen to reason,
While out boozing.
He carried a pistol,
With six clips,
He was happy to please anyone.
He wore a mustache,
In a bulky square,
His bandana was tied around his neck.
He wore cotton pants,
A leather jacket,
His hat was pointed.
His peasant feet,
Wore sandals,
And sometimes he walked barefoot.
But he liked,
To pay for mariachis,
Money didn't matter to him.
With a bottle,
Of cane in his hand,
He shouted long live Zapata!
Because he was a rancher,
The Indian from the south,
He was a son of a good mother.
(Musical bridge)
He was tall and well-built,
Very broad-shouldered,
His face was poorly shaved.
His black gaze,
Gave him an air,
Of a mountain vulture.
Gabino Barrera,
Left women,
With children everywhere,
That's why in the towns,
Where he walked,
They had sentenced him.
I remember the night,
When they assassinated him,
He was coming from seeing his beloved.
Eighteen shots,
From a Mauser, rang out,
Without giving him time for anything.
Gabino Barrera,
He died like those who die,
The men who are brave.
For a brunette,
He lost like those who lose,
The roosters in the chicken coops.