Paroles et traduction Julián Mercado - El Yerno

El Yerno

Al regresar de una fiesta
Había un retén federal
Señores bajen del carro
Los vamos a revisar
Buscamos a Juan Quintero
Para llevarlo al penal...

Soldados de inteligencia
Jefes de la fiscalía
Aprendieron a Quintero
Al que Mariano quería
Pa quedar bien con los weros
Y con toda su jauría...

En avión lo trasladaron
Al Distrito Federal
Lo llevaron con la juez
Le comenzó a preguntar
Qué usted es el capó de Juárez
De fama internacional...

(Y que es pa uno compa Regulo?
Hay le va compa Joel)

Usted hace muchas preguntas
Yo contestarle no puedo
Qué soy el dueño del barco
Nunca he sido marinero
Desde que vivía mi padre
Soy un rico ganadero...

Yo no creo en la mala suerte
Ni en aves de mal agüero
Pero ya van cuatro veces
Qué me tienen prisionero
Quieren que pague con creces
Porque soy "Juanjo Quinteto"...

Adiós Valente y Lamberto
En sus nombres me despido
Soy Juanjo el de Babunica
Y a ninguno me le humilló
Soy tío de Caro Quintero
Y hermano de don Emilio...

The Son-in-Law

Returning from a party, my love,
There was a federal checkpoint, you see.
"Gentlemen, step out of the car," they said,
"We're going to search you thoroughly."
"We're looking for Juan Quintero," they declared,
"To take him to the penitentiary..."

Intelligence soldiers, sharp and keen,
Officials from the prosecutor's office, I mean,
They apprehended Quintero, it's true,
The one Mariano wanted to subdue,
To appease the Americans, you know,
And their whole pack, high and low...

By plane they transported him, my dear,
To the Federal District, full of fear,
They took him before the judge, so grand,
She began to question, demand by demand,
"Are you the capo of Juárez, they say,"
"Of international fame, come what may?..."

(This one's for you, compa Regulo, my friend,
Here you go, compa Joel, until the end)

"You ask many questions, I confess,
But answer them, I cannot, I guess.
I may own the ship, it's true,
But a sailor I've never been, through and through.
Since my father was alive and well,
I've been a wealthy rancher, I can tell..."

I don't believe in bad luck, my sweet,
Nor in birds of ill omen, I entreat.
But this is the fourth time, you see,
They've taken me prisoner, unjustly.
They want me to pay dearly, it's clear,
Because I'm "Juanjo Quinteto," my dear...

Farewell, Valente and Lamberto, my dears,
In your names I bid you adieu, through the tears.
I'm Juanjo from Babunica, it's true,
And I've never humbled myself to you.
I'm Caro Quintero's uncle, you see,
And Don Emilio's brother, that's me..."