La Historia De Un Pistolero - Remasterizado 2024 - Luis y Julián traduction en anglais

La Historia De Un Pistolero - Remasterizado 2024

Habían pasado los años
Ya nadie lo conocía
Cuando regreso al poblado
A la plena luz del día
Había estado encerrado
Allá en las islas marías
Regreso así un anciano
Aquel viejo pistolero
Traía un tatuaje grabado
Sobre el antebrazo izquierdo
Con el nombre de una joven
La que despacho al infierno
Quisieron ponerle un cuatro
Los amigos de su amada
Pero aquel hombre era un gato
Y descubrió la jugada
Los acribillo a balazos
También a su prenda amada
Aunque el tiempo ha transcurrido
Al hombre se le respeta
Las rejas no lo han vencido
Ahora carga metralleta
Y siempre va decidido
Por si algo se le presenta
Altagracia era su nombre
De aquella joven bonita
Nacida allá en los ramones
Y Atanasio era de China
Donde deberás hay hombres
El corrido lo confirma
Por ahí cuentan los mirones
Que aquel hombre es un misterio
Cuando va pa' los ramones
Siempre llega al cementerio
A visitar a la joven
Causa de su cautiverio

The Story of a Gunslinger - Remastered 2024

Years had passed, my love,
No one remembered him anymore.
When he returned to town, dear,
In broad daylight, it was clear.
He'd been locked away, you see,
There on the Islas Marías.
He returned, an old man, so frail,
That aged gunslinger, without fail.
He bore a tattoo, etched deep,
Upon his left forearm, asleep.
With the name of a young maiden fair,
The one he'd sent to hell, I swear.
They tried to ambush him, it's true,
The friends of his beloved, too.
But that man was sly, like a cat,
And he uncovered their plot, just like that.
He riddled them with bullets, fast and hot,
Even his beloved, he did not forgot.
Though time has passed and healed the sore,
The man is still respected, evermore.
The bars couldn't break his will, no way,
Now he carries a machine gun, they say.
And he's always prepared, come what may,
For anything that comes his way.
Altagracia was her name, so sweet,
Of that beautiful young girl, petite.
Born there in Los Ramones, so green,
And Atanasio was from China, I mean.
Where truly there are brave men, you'll find,
The ballad confirms this, peace of mind.
The onlookers say, with a mystic air,
That man is a mystery, beyond compare.
When he goes to Los Ramones, so far,
He always ends up at the cemetery, a scar.
To visit the young woman, his lost love's grace,
The cause of his captivity, a sad embrace.