Paroles et traduction Antonio Aguilar - El Ojo de Vidrio

El Ojo de Vidrio

Ay, ay, ay
Ahí les va la historia del viejo prieto bigotón
Que se llamaba Porfirio
Apodado El Ojo de Vidrio, ¡uah!

Voy a cantar el corrido
Del salteador de caminos
Que se llamaba Porfirio
Llámabanle "Ojo de Vidrio"
Lo tuerto no le importaba
Pues no fallaba en el tiro

Acertaba el pelao, y no jerraba, ¡uah!

Se disfrazaba de arriero
Para asaltar los poblados
Burlándose del gobierno
Mataba a muchos soldados
Nomás blanqueaban los cerros
De puros encalzonados

"¡Ahí viene el Ojo de Vidrio!"
Gritaba el pueblo asustado
Y a las mujeres buscaba
Mirando pa' todos lados
Dejaba pueblos enteros
Lleno de puros colgados

Dejaba una ensarta de viejos que parecía aquello un colgadero
De purititos guachales, ¡uah!
Ahí se asoleaban pa' la Cuaresma

Después de tantas hazañas
Al verlo que se paseaba
En su caballo tordillo
Frente de la plaza de armas
Lo acribillaron a tiros
Sin que le pasara nada

Decían que estaba forrado
Con un chaleco de malla
Las balas le rebotaban
Mientras él se carcajeaba
Se iba tranquilo a caballo
Sin que nadie le estorbara

Bajaron tres campesinos
De allá del Cerro Escondido
Traíban al Ojo de Vidrio
Picado de un coralillo
Venía ya muerto el bandido
En su caballo tordillo

The Glass Eye

Oh, woe is me
My love was Porfirio, the old mustachioed man,
A man called The Glass Eye,
And oh, how I loved that man!

And now I sing his tale
Of the robber on the road,
Who they called Porfirio,
"The Glass Eye" was his nickname,
And he cared not for his eye
For never did he miss his mark

His aim was true, he never erred,

He would dress in muleteer's garb
To rob and raid the villages
Making a mockery of the government,
And killing many soldiers
Whose white uniforms would soon stain
The brown hills red with blood

"The Glass Eye rides!"
The fearful townsfolk cried
And he would seek out womenfolk
With eyes that roamed far and wide
He would leave whole towns at his back
With bodies strung from poles

He would leave a garland of old men, and it would seem like a rack
Of stringed-up skeletons,
They would sun themselves for Lent

After so many exploits
They saw him walking by,
On his pale horse,
Before the town square,
And riddled him with bullets,
But nothing seemed to faze him

'Twas said he wore a coat of mail
Beneath his waistcoat,
The bullets bouncing off,
While he just laughed and laughed
He rode off on his horse
And not a soul could stop him

Three peasants then descended
From the hills of Cerro Escondido,
They brought The Glass Eye with them,
Struck by a coral snake,
And dead now was the bandit,
On his pale horse he was carried