Lyrics and translation Vicente Fernández - Juan Charrasqueado

Juan Charrasqueado

"...Ya llego Juan Charrasqueado...
Encierren a las viejas porque me las llevo"
Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado
Lo que ha pasado allá en la Hacienda de la Flor
La triste historia de un ranchero enamorado
Que fue borracho, parrandero y jugador
Juan se llamaba y lo apodaban charrasqueado
Era valiente y arriesgado en el amor
A las mujeres mas bonitas se llevaba
Que aquellos campos no quedaba ni una flor.
Un día domingo que se andaba emborrachando
A la cantina le corrieron a avisar
"Cuídate Juan que ya por ahí te andan buscando
Son muchos hombres no te vayan a matar".
No tuvo tiempo de montar en su caballo
Pistola en mano se le echaron de a montón
Y les gritaba estoy borracho y soy buen gallo
Cuando una bala atravesó su corazón.
"Y ando en busca de una prieta, porque prietas
Hasta las mulas.!"
Creció la milpa con la lluvia en el potrero
Y las palomas van volando al pedregal
Bonitos toros llevan hoy al matadero
Qué buen caballo va montando el caporal.
Ya las campanas del santuario están doblando
Todos los fieles se dirigen a rezar
Y por la sierra los rancheros van bajando
A un hombre muerto que lo llevan a enterrar.
En una choza muy humilde llora un niño
Las mujeres le aconsejan y se van
Mientras su madre lo consuela con cariños
Mirando al cielo llora y reza por su Juan.
Aquí termino de cantar este corrido
De Juan ranchero, charrasqueado y burlador
Que se creyó de las mujeres consentido
Y fue borracho, parrandero y jugador.

Juan Charrasqueado

"...Juan Charrasqueado has arrived..."
Lock up the old ladies because I'll take them away with me"
My dear, I'm going to sing you a very famous corrido
About what happened over at Hacienda de la Flor
The sad story of a rancher who was in love
Who was a drunk, a partier, and a gambler
Juan was his name, and they nicknamed him Charrasqueado
He was brave and reckless in love
He would take away the most beautiful women
That not a single flower was left in those fields.
One Sunday while he was getting drunk
They ran to the bar to tell him
"Watch out, Juan, because they're looking for you over there
There are a lot of men, they might kill you".
He didn't have time to get on his horse
Pistol in hand, they threw themselves at him in droves
And he yelled at them that he was drunk and that he was a good fighter
Until a bullet pierced his heart.
"And I'm looking for a dark-skinned woman, because dark-skinned women
Even the mules.!"
The cornfield grew with the rain on the pasture
And the doves are flying to the rock quarry
Pretty bulls are being taken to the slaughterhouse today
What a good horse the foreman is riding.
Now the bells of the sanctuary are tolling
All the faithful are going to pray
And the ranchers are coming down from the mountains
To bury a dead man.
In a very humble hut, a child is crying
The women advise him and leave
While his mother comforts him with affection
Looking up at the sky, she cries and prays for her Juan.
Here I finish singing this corrido
Of Juan the rancher, Charrasqueado and womanizer
Who thought he was the favorite of women
And was a drunk, a partier, and a gambler.