Текст и перевод песни Chavela Vargas - Valente Quintero

Valente Quintero

Aquí me siento a cantar, con cariño verdadero
Versos que le compusieron a Don Valente Quintero
Eran las diez de la noche, llegaron unos señores
Se fajo su carrillera con sus cuatro cargadores
La querida le decía, Valente, ¿qué vas a hacer?
El mayor anda borracho, algo te ha de suceder
Valente le contesto: "no te quedes con pendiente"
"Mira que si él es mayor, yo también soy Sosteniente"
El mayor anda borracho por las cantinas tomando
La música era de viento, la que le andaban tocando
Cuando Valente llego, les mando tocar El Toro
Si el mayor paga con plata, yo se las pago con oro
Los músicos le contestan: "no la sabemos tocar"
"El mayor anda borracho y se vaya a disgustar"
Velente les contesto, bastante muy disgustado
Con esta .45 no respeto ningún grado
El mayor se levanto, haciendo a la gente a un lado
"Valente, tú no eres hombre, no eres más que ocasionado"
"Yo no soy ocasionado, yo soy hombre de valor"
"Nos daremos de balazos, si usted gusta mi mayor"
El mayor le contesto: "Sea por el amor de Dios"
"La tuya es .45 la mía quema .32"
Se agarraron de la mano, se apartaron de la bola
A los poquitos momentos, se oyen tiros de pistola
Corrieron los polecías haber que había sucedido
A punto de medio día, los dos estaban tendidos
Vuela, vuela palomita, y si no vueles detente
Estás son las mañanitas, del mayor y de Valente

Valente Quintero

Here I sit singing with true affection
Verses that were written for Don Valente Quintero
It was ten at night, when some gentlemen arrived
He loaded his rifle with its four cartridges
His sweetheart asked him, Valente, what are you going to do?
The older man is drunk, something bad is going to happen
Valente replied: "Don't worry about it"
"If he is older, I am also Sosteniente"
The older man is drunk in the cantinas, consuming alcohol
The music was wind instruments, that they were playing for him
When Valente arrived, he asked them to play El Toro
If the older man pays with silver, I will pay with gold
The musicians replied: "We don't know how to play it"
"The older man is drunk and could get angry"
Valente replied, quite upset
"With this .45, I don't respect any rank"
The older man got up, pushing people aside
"Valente, you are not a man, you are just a punk"
"I am not a punk, I am a man of courage"
"We will shoot it out, if you like, my older friend"
The older man replied: "So be it, in the name of God"
"Yours is a .45, mine fires .32"
They held hands, and walked away from the crowd
In a short while, gunshots were heard
The police rushed to the scene
At midday, both men lay dead
Fly away, little dove, or if you can't, stop
These are the morning songs, of the older man and Valente