Paroles et traduction Amparo Ochoa, Acompana Mariachi Oro Ju. - La Caritina

La Caritina

La pobre de caritina que anduvo en la pelotera
Peleando con pancho villa y que llego la coronela
Fue guerrillera de verás,
Pero murió en la miseria
Brava revolucionaria
Pero murió en borrachera
Por defender a la causa, la que peleaba Madero
Fue derrotada en celsd junto con Villa y con Fierro
Y perseguida con saña,
Por ordenes del gobierno
Que le buscaban la cara,
Para mandarla al infierno
La pobre de caritina que anduvo a salto de mata
Jalando la carabina,
Sin que comer y descalza
Ningún gobierno la quiso
Reconocer en sus bravos, le contestaban de oficio
Sin atender sus llamados,
Mil generales mentados,
Sin ser revolucionarios.
La pobre de caritina de tan valientes enaguas,
Gritaba "que viva villa" frente al cuartel de Chihuahua,
La tropa la respetaba,
Porque sabían que era brava,
Era una hembra de veras
No se andaba con las ratas.
Era una triste mañana
Y amaneció muy nublada
Borracha la coronela,
Quedo en el suelo tirada
Afuera de una cantina,
Como si fuera en batalla,
Dos veladoras prendidas,
El pueblo le regalaba,
En una choza mugrosa, donde la pobre vivía,
Hallaron entres sus cosas,
Retratos de pancho villa, balas sobres ropa
Que con su sangre teñía,
Los mismo que ingratas cartas, de varias secretarias.
Cuando le hicieron la autopsia, 100 cicatrices tenia,
La operación peligrosa del muslo hasta las costillas,
Sus chorras en la cara, y un machetazo
En la espalda y 13 balas preciosas...
De cuando anduvo con Villa,
La pobre de Caritina,
Que anduvo con Pancho Villa.

La Caritina

Caritina, poor thing, was caught in the middle of the fray
Fighting with Pancho Villa, and then the Colonela appeared
She was a true guerrilla
But she died in poverty
A brave revolutionary
But she died drunk
Defending the cause, the one that Madero fought for
She was defeated in Celaya along with Villa and Fierro
And ruthlessly pursued
By orders of the government
Who were after her
To send her to hell
Caritina, poor thing, who roamed like a hunted animal
Dragging her carbine
Hungry and barefoot
No government wanted her
To recognize her bravery, they replied officially
Ignoring her pleas
A thousand so-called generals
Without being revolutionaries
Caritina, poor thing, with such brave skirts
Would shout "Long live Villa" in front of the Chihuahua barracks
The troops respected her
Because they knew she was brave
She was a real woman
She didn't mess with rats
It was a sad morning
And it dawned very cloudy
The Colonela, drunk
Was found lying on the ground
Outside a cantina
As if she had been in battle
Two candles lit
Were given to her by the people
In a dirty hut where the poor woman lived
They found among her things
Portraits of Pancho Villa, bullets, and clothes
That were stained with her blood
The same as ungrateful letters, from various secretaries
When they performed the autopsy on her, she had 100 scars
A dangerous operation, from her thigh to her ribs
Her wounds on her face, and a machete wound
On her back, and 13 precious bullets...
From when she was with Villa
Caritina, poor thing,
Who was with Pancho Villa.