El corrido del doctor Fonseca - Los Tigres del Norte traduction en anglais

El corrido del doctor Fonseca

Soplaban vientos del norte
Del rumbo de Sinaloa
A Don Antonio Fonseca
Se le acercaba la hora
También venían en la lista
Una hermana y su señora.
Dijo el doctor a su esposa
Quiero llevarte a cenar
Estamos recién casados
La vida hay que disfrutar
No sabían que de esa cena
Ya no iban a regresar.
Discutió con mesero
Que una patrulla llamo
Eso es lo que yo no entiendo
Llego una concentración
Tal vez una coincidencia
Tal vez una ejecución.
Grita su esposa Dorita
No tiren que vienen damas
Aquella voz suplicante
Se apago con las metrallas
En unos cuantos segundos
La iba a seguir su cuñada.
Le dijo el doctor al pollo
Debes usar la metralla
No ves que estamos sitiados
Hay que morir
En la raya
El pollo no reacciono
Y lo tumbaron las balas.
Cerca de trescientas balas
Tenia su carro blindado
Pero ninguna paso
Trabajo garantizado
Pero al salir por su esposa
Las balas lo acribillaron.
Allá por el mes de julio
Le habían matado un hermano
El mato dos policías
Seguro querían vengarlos
Su cuerno se le trabo
Y así lograron matarlo.
Dijeron que eran bandidos
Por eso lo remataron
Le robaron sus alhajas
Y dinero americano
El dinero es lo de menos
Porque van a seguir bastos.

The Ballad of Dr. Fonseca

Winds from the north were blowing
From the direction of Sinaloa
For Don Antonio Fonseca
His time was drawing near
Also on the list were
A sister and his wife.
The doctor said to his wife
I want to take you out to dinner
We're newlyweds
We have to enjoy life
They didn't know that from that dinner
They wouldn't return.
He argued with a waiter
Who called a patrol car
That's what I don't understand
A large group of people arrived
Perhaps a coincidence
Perhaps an execution.
His wife Dorita screams
Don't shoot, there are women and children here
That pleading voice
Was silenced by the machine guns
In a few seconds
His sister-in-law would follow him.
The doctor said to Pollo
You must use the machine gun
Don't you see we're surrounded
We must die
On the front line
Pollo didn't react
And bullets cut him down.
Almost three hundred bullets
Hit his armored car
But none got through
A job well done
But when he went out for his wife
The bullets riddled him.
In the month of July
They had killed one of his brothers
He had killed two police officers
They must have wanted revenge
His gun jammed
And so they managed to kill him.
They said they were bandits
That's why they finished him off
They stole his jewelry
And American money
The money is the least of it
Because there will continue to be plenty of it.