Paroles et traduction Miguel Aceves Mejía - Homenaje a Pedro Infante

Homenaje a Pedro Infante

De allá del monte del sufrimiento
Llorando viene, llorando el viento
Va cabalgando sobre la pena
Viene anunciando que Pedro ha muerto.
El suave viento, su amigo eterno,
Que ayer cantaba con sus canciones
Hoy solo tiene dolor de infierno
Yentre sus alas, cien mil crespones.

Mariachis que acompañastes
A mi hermano Pedro Infante
Une tu voz a la mia
Pa'que yo tambien le cante.
Y se acaso mi garganta
Se quebrara sollozante
Sigue tocando Mariachis,
No te quedes vacilantes.
Que él quedó entre nosotros
Aunque vaya por delante.

En Matzatlán y Gualucho
El cielo azul se tiño de rojo
Y el pueblo llora el despojo
Del pregonero de sus pregones.

Las viejas torres de la capilla
Con su lamento de bronce viejo
Marcan la pauta triste y sencilla
Del paso lento de su cortejo.

Tribute to Pedro Infante

From the mountain of suffering
Crying comes, crying the wind
It rides on the pain
It comes announcing that Pedro has died.
The gentle wind, his eternal friend,
That yesterday sang with his songs
Today only has the pain of hell
And among its wings, a hundred thousand crepe.

Mariachis who accompanied
My brother Pedro Infante
Join your voice with mine
So that I too can sing to him.
And if my throat happens
Will be broken sobbing
Keep playing Mariachis,
Do not hesitate.
That he remained among us
Although it goes ahead.

In Matzatlan and Gualucho
The blue sky was stained red
And the people mourn the plunder
Of the crier of their speeches.

The old towers of the chapel
With its lament of old bronze
Mark the sad and simple pattern
Of the slow pace of his courtship.