Paroles et traduction La Adictiva - 600 Novillos

600 Novillos

La nieve estaba cayendo, los vinos se congelaban
En el risco del Madroño, unas armas apuntaban
Solo las plumas de nieve, aquellas miras nublaban

Se oyó mugir un novillo, que venia con la manada
Y los cascos del caballo, del señor que las arriaba
Ramiro dejo la bestia, mientras el risco rodeaba

El caballo era un criollito, pero muy bien arrendado
Por eso sin su jinete, supo rialar el ganado
Ramiro estaba orgulloso, de su retinto dosalbo

Les dijo Ramiro Sierra, aquí no se engaña a nadie
Yo solo vine a cobrarles, la muerte de mi compadre
Y a recoger el ganado, que le robaron cobardes

Eran 600 novillos, también ganado lechero,
Por eso lo codiciaban, esos malditos cuatreros,
Más no sabían que Ramiro, les iba a rajar el cuero

Calibre 223, que bonito cacareaba,
Se confundían los quejidos, con el mugir de las vacas
Y los ecos de la sierra, esta bala la grababa

Adiós retinto dosalbo, siempre serás el primero
Ya murió Don Pablo Chávez, aquel rico ganadero
Ojala que allá en el cielo, sigas herrando becerros

600 Novillos

The snow was falling, the wines were freezing
On the cliff of Madroño, some weapons were aiming
Only the snow feathers, those sights clouded

A steer was heard mooing, which came with the herd
And the horse's hooves, of the man who drove them
Ramiro left the beast, while he surrounded the cliff

The horse was a criollito, but very well-leased
That's why without its rider, he knew how to laugh at the cattle
Ramiro was proud, of his two-white horse

Ramiro Sierra told them, here you don't fool anyone
I only came to collect, the death of my friend
And to collect the cattle, which cowardly stole them

There were 600 steers, also dairy cattle
That's why they wanted it, those damned rustlers
But they didn't know that Ramiro, they were going to rip their skin

Caliber 223, how nice it cackled,
The moans were confused, with the moo of the cows
And the echoes of the mountains, this bullet recorded it

Goodbye two-white horse, you will always be the first
Don Pablo Chávez is already dead, that rich rancher
I hope that up in heaven, you continue to brand calves