Paroles et traduction Carlos y José - El Tres Dedos

El Tres Dedos

Manuel Garcia se llamaba
Y era un ladrón de experiencia
No le fallaba ni un golpe
Al asaltar diligencias
Por que a todos asustaba
Nada mas con su presencia

Nació para ser maldito
Y nadie lo hizo cambiar
No le tenia miedo a nada
Al momento de atacar
Y no había ni quien le ganara
Para robar y matar

Le apodaban el tres dedos
Y era un tipo muy alerta
Aunque decía mucha gente
Que no sabia ni una letra
Por algo fue el asistente
Del mero Joaquín Murrieta

Siempre sediento de sangre
A los gringos que agarraba
Les arrancaba la lengua
Los ojos se los sacaba
Y los hacia que sufrieran
Hasta que ya no aguantaban

El se cobro cien por ciento
De aquellos americanos
Que trataban con desprecio
A los pobres mexicanos
Y no les tenia clemencia
Cuando caían en sus manos

Por eso el día de su muerte
Cuando al fin lo destruyeron
Los gringos llenos de gusto
Por donde quiera exhibieron
La cabeza de Murrieta
Y la mano de Tres Dedos

The Three-Fingered One

Manuel Garcia was his name
And he was an experienced thief
He never failed a trick
When robbing stagecoaches
Because he scared everyone
Just by his presence

He was born to be damned
And no one made him change
He was not afraid of anything
When it came to attacking
And there was no one who could beat him
In robbing and killing

They called him the three-fingered one
And he was very alert
Although many people said
That he didn't know a letter
For a reason he was the assistant
Of the great Joaquin Murrieta

Always thirsty for blood
The gringos he caught
He would tear out their tongues
He would take out their eyes
And he made them suffer
Until they could no longer bear it

He got his revenge a hundred percent
From those Americans
Who treated with contempt
The poor Mexicans
And he had no mercy on them
When they fell into his hands

That's why on the day of his death
When they finally destroyed him
The gringos, full of joy
Exhibited everywhere
Murrieta's head
And Tres Dedos' hand