Текст и перевод песни Calla - Alacran

Alacran

Voy a cantar un corrido
Al estilo de mi tierra
Murió cándido Rodríguez
De aquel lado de la sierra

Un lunes por la mañana
Le dijo así a sus criaturas
Ya me voy pa copalqui
Arreglar unas facturas

Cuando Rodríguez llego
Adrián andaba tomando
Y eran los de ALACRANES
Los que le andaban tocando

(Y ahí le va un saludo
Pal compa Martín Aguilera
Y no vamos hasta
Cañas Durango oiga)

Cuando lo vieron venir
Lo invitaron a tomar
Aqui tu tienes dinero
El que tu quieras gastar

Rodríguez les contesto
Arriscándose el sombrero
Pa pasearme en copalqui
No necesito dinero

Adrián le dice Abelardo
Hombre vete previniendo
Hay que matar a Rodríguez
Traigo ordenes del gobierno

Mando tocar un corrido
Catarino y los rulares
Cuando iban a mediapieza
Comenzaron a tirarle

(Y echenle mis Alacranes Musical
Y puro tamborazo alacranero oiga
Y bailele y bailele primo)

Cuando Rodríguez callo
Callo junto a una trinchera
Le quitaron su pistola
Sus parques y sus carrilleras

Gritaba el guero Rubén
Grutaba con mucho esmero
Ya murio el toro puntal
Vengan a quitarle el cuero

Por el filo de la sierra
Los pinos se oyen llorar
De ver a Rodríguez muerto
Que lo llevan a enterrar

Scorpion

I'm going to sing a corrido
In the style of my land
Cándido Rodríguez died
On the other side of the mountain

On a Monday morning
He said to his children
I'm going to Copalqui
To settle some bills

When Rodríguez arrived
Adrián was drinking
And there were the ALACRANES
Playing for him

(And here is a greeting
For my friend Martín Aguilera
And we'll go as far as
Cañas Durango, you hear)

When they saw him coming
They invited him to drink
Here you have money
As much as you want to spend

Rodríguez replied
Tipping his hat
To walk around Copalqui
I don't need money

Adrián says to Abelardo
Man, you'd better prepare yourself
We have to kill Rodríguez
I have orders from the government

He ordered them to play a corrido
Catarino and the ranchers
When they were halfway there
They started shooting at him

(And give it up, my Musical Scorpions
And pure scorpion drumming, you hear
And dance, and dance, my friend)

When Rodríguez fell
He fell next to a ditch
They took his gun
His ammunition and his belt

Rubén the blond shouted
He shouted with great zeal
The bull has died
Come and take his skin

On the edge of the sierra
The pines are heard weeping
Seeing Rodríguez dead
As they take him to be buried