Paroles et traduction Lorenzo De Monteclarò - Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera, no entendía razones, andando en la borrachera
Cargaba pistola con seis cargadores, le daba gusto a cualquiera
Usaba el bigote en cuadro abultao, su paño al cuello enredao
Calzones de manta, chamarra de cuero, traía punteao el sombrero

Sus pies campesinos usaban huaraches, a veces a raíz andaba
Pero le gustaba pagar los mariachis, la plata no le importaba
Con una botella de caña en la mano, gritaba, "¡viva, Zapata!"
Porque era ranchero, el indio suriano, era hijo de buena mata

Era alto, bien dao, muy ancho de espadas, su rostro mal encachao
Su negra mirada un aire le daba al buitre de la montaña
Gabino Barrera, dejaba mujeres con hijos por donde quiera
Por eso en los pueblos donde se paseaba, se la tenían sentenciada

Recuerdo la noche que lo asesinaron, venía de ver a su amada
Dieciocho descargas de Máuser sonaron, sin darle tiempo de nada
Gabino Barrera, murió como mueren los hombres que son bragaos
Por una morena perdió como pierden los gallos en los tapados

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera, he couldn't understand reason, walking around drunk
He carried a pistol with six chargers, he pleased everyone
He wore his moustache in a thick square, his neckerchief wound around his neck
Canvas trousers, leather jacket, his hat was pointed

His peasant feet wore sandals, sometimes he walked barefoot
But he liked to pay for mariachi bands, he didn't care about money
With a bottle of sugarcane liquor in his hand, he would shout, "Long live, Zapata!"
Because he was a rancher, the Indian from the south, he was the son of a good mother

He was tall, well-built, very broad-shouldered, his face poorly shaved
His dark gaze gave him the air of a vulture from the mountains
Gabino Barrera, he left women with children everywhere
That's why in the towns where he wandered about, they had sentenced him

I remember the night they assassinated him, he was coming from seeing his beloved
Eighteen volleys of Mauser rifles rang out, giving him no time for anything
Gabino Barrera, he died like the men who are braggarts die
He lost for a dark-haired woman, like roosters lose in the cockfights