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El Profugo

Al empezar mi corrido
No sé si con alegría
Se trata de un individuo
Que nació en la serranía
Como no bajaba al pueblo
Ni los carros conocía

Quiso conocer el mundo
Y emprendió la retirada
Practicando tiro al blanco
Su mano se acostumbraba
Y utilizando el revolver
Mataba por una paga

Queriendo saber más cosas
Lo hizo seguir adelante
Era tanta su avaricia
Que se volvió traficante
Y cuando le echaban mano
Se fugaba de la cárcel

Con la sonrisa en los labios
Y su mano bien armada
Con un rehén por delante
Los otros presos sacaba
Cuando ya no lo seguían
En la sierra se ocultaba

De muy nobles sentimientos
Siempre ayuda al desvalido
Calzaba sus botas blancas
Eran su gusto y delirio
Pero otra vez al fugarse
Dicen que fue muerto a tiros

Por señas las botas blancas
Las calza un hombre caído
Que fue muerto con la gente
Que se fugó del presidio
Lo inexplicable del caso
Es que el hombre sigue vivo

The Runaway

As I begin my tale
I don't know if with joy
It's about an individual
Who was born in the mountains
As he didn't go down to the village
He didn't know about cars

He wanted to see the world
And set off on a journey
Practicing target shooting
His hand got used to it
And using the revolver
He killed for pay

Wanting to know more things
He made it go further
His greed was so great
That he became a trafficker
And when they caught him
He escaped from prison

With a smile on his lips
And his hand well armed
With a hostage in front
He would take out the other prisoners
When they no longer followed him
He would hide in the mountains

Of very noble feelings
He always helps the helpless
He wore his white boots
They were his pleasure and delight
But when he escaped again
They say he was shot dead

As a sign, the white boots
They are worn by a fallen man
Who was killed with the people
Who escaped from the prison
The inexplicable part of the case
Is that the man is still alive