Текст и перевод песни Banda Tierra Sagrada - Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera

Con esta rola le hacemos honor al corrido regional Mexicano
Se llama se llama gabino Barrera
La Tierra Sagrada viejito eso

Gabino Barrera no entendía razones
Andando en la borrachera
Cargaba pistola con seis cargadores
Le daba gusto a cualquiera.

Usaba el bigote en cuadro abultado
Su paño al cuello enredado
Calzones de mata, chamarra de cuero
Traía punteado el sombrero.

Sus pies campesinos usaban huaraches
Y a veces a raíz andaba
Pero le gustaba la Tierra Sagrada
La plata no le importaba.

Con una botella de caña en la mano
Gritaba ¡Viva Zapata!
Porque era ranchero el indio suriano
Era hijo de buena mata.

Era alto, bien dado, muy ancho de espaldas
Su rostro mal encachado
Su negra mirada un aire le daba
Al buitre de las montaña.

Gabino Barrera dejaba mujeres
Con hijos por donde quiera
Por eso en los pueblos donde se paseaba
Se la tenían sentenciada.

Recuerdo la noche que lo asesinaron
Venía de ver a su amada
Dieciocho descargas de Máuser sonaron
Sin darle tiempo de nada.

Gabino Barrera murió como mueren
Los hombres que son bragados
Por una morena murió como mueren
Los gallos en los tapados.

Gabino Barrera

My dear, with this song we honor the regional Mexican corrido
His name was, his name was Gabino Barrera
The Sacred Earth, my friend, yes

Gabino Barrera didn't understand reasons
When he was drunk
He carried a gun with six clips
He was a pleasure to anyone.

He wore a thick mustache
His handkerchief tied around his neck
Calico pants, leather jacket
His hat was pointed.

His peasant feet wore sandals
And sometimes he walked barefoot
But he loved the Sacred Earth
Money didn't matter to him.

With a bottle of sugarcane in his hand
He shouted, "Long live Zapata!"
Because he was a rancher, the Indian from the south
He was born of good stock.

He was tall, well-built, very broad-shouldered
His face was hard
His black eyes gave him the air
Of the vulture of the mountains.

Gabino Barrera left women
With children everywhere
That's why in the towns where he passed
They had sentenced him.

I remember the night he was killed
He was coming from seeing his love
Eighteen shots of Mauser rang out
Without giving him time for anything.

Gabino Barrera died like men die
Who are brave
He died for a dark-haired girl like men die
The roosters in the henhouses.