Текст и перевод песни Antonio Aguilar - La Muerte de un Gallero

La Muerte de un Gallero

Nadie soñaba ni el dia,
Ni como habria de acabar,
Don Luis,macarena el cojo,
Villano del chicolcal.

Es onra de aquel poblado,
Y gallero profesional,
Hagan apuestas señores,
Que un hombre va a desafiar.

Al partido Macarena,
Y a Luis muy en especial,
Que no respeta mi gallos,
Ni lo que alla que apostar.

Tu vida contra mi vida,
Y no te me vas a rajar,
Contesta asi Macarena,
Y no te me vas a rajar.

Tu vida contra mi vida,
Y pelea ahi ke la hay,
Cierren las puertas señores,
Yo mismo voy a soltar.

Y vallan encendiendo Cirios,
Al que me vino insultar,
Tu giro patas chorredas,
Y mi prieto el Aguila Real.

Y Enmudecio el palenque,
Cuando un giraso en el redondel,
Volando al ras del suelo,
Sin darle tiempo a Don Luis soltar,
Se le estrello en el pecho,
Se le estrallo en la cara,
Y de fieras cuhilladas,
La vida le arebato,
Y enmudecio el palenque,
Cuando el giro enloquecido,
Remataba Macarena,
Poniendose alegre a cantar.

Cierren las puertas señores,
Cierren las puertas,
Yo mismo voy a soltar.
Y vallan encendiendo Cirios,
A ese,a ese que me vino a insultar,
Je, tu giro patas chorreadas,
Tu giro Patas Chorreadas,
Contra mi concentido,
El mas concentido,
Mi Prieto el Aguila Real

Y Enmudecio el palenque,
Cuando un giraso en el redondel,
Volando al ras del suelo,
Sin darle tiempo a Don Luis soltar,
Se le estrello en el pecho,
Se le estrallo en la cara,
Y de fieras cuhilladas,
La vida le arebato,
Y enmudecio el palenque,
Cuando el giro enloquecido,
Remataba Macarena,
Poniendose alegre a cantar.

The Death of a Cockfighter

Nobody dreamed that day,
Nor how it would end,
Don Luis, Macarena the lame,
Ruffian of the chicken coop.

Is the honor of that town,
And a professional cockfighter,
Place your bets, gentlemen,
For a man is going to challenge.

To the match, Macarena,
And to Luis in particular,
Who doesn't respect my cocks,
Nor anything he has to bet.

Your life against my life,
And you're not going to back down,
Macarena answers thus,
And you're not going to back down.

Your life against my life,
And fight there is,
Close the doors, gentlemen,
I'll release it myself.

And go lighting candles,
For the one who came to insult me,
Your turning legs dripped,
And my blackbird, the Royal Eagle.

And the cockpit fell silent,
When a sparrow flew into the ring,
Flying low to the ground,
Without giving Don Luis time to let go,
He crashed into his chest,
He crashed into his face,
And with fierce slashes,
He took his life away,
And the cockpit fell silent,
When the maddened sparrow,
Macarena finished off,
Happily singing.

Close the doors, gentlemen,
Close the doors,
I'll release it myself.
And go lighting candles,
To that one, that one who came to insult me,
Ha, your turning legs dripped,
Your turning legs dripped,
Against my favorite,
The most favorite,
My blackbird, the Royal Eagle

And the cockpit fell silent,
When a sparrow flew into the ring,
Flying low to the ground,
Without giving Don Luis time to let go,
He crashed into his chest,
He crashed into his face,
And with fierce slashes,
He took his life away,
And the cockpit fell silent,
When the maddened sparrow,
Macarena finished off,
Happily singing.