Текст и перевод песни Chayito Valdez - Pelea De Gallos

Pelea De Gallos

A la feria de San Marcos,
Del merito Aguscalientes,
Van llegando los valientes,
Con su gallo copetón.
Y lo traen bajo del brazo,
Al sonar de la partida,
Pa' jugarse hasta la vida,
Con la fé en un espolón.
Linda la pelea de Gallos,
Con su público bravero,
Con sus chorros de dinero,
Y los gritos del gritón.
Retozandose de gusto,
No se sienten ní las horas,
Con tequila y cantadoras,
Que son puro corazón.
¡Ay fiesta bonita!,
Que hasta el alma grita,
Con todas sus fuerzas,
¡viva Aguascalientes'n! (¡viva!)
Que su feria es un primor.
(Música)
Ya comienza la pelea,
Las apuestas ya cazadas,
Las navajas amarradas,
Centellando bajo el sol.
Cuando sueltan a los gallos,
Temblorosos de coraje,
No hay ninguno que se raje,
Para darse un agarrón.
Con las plumas relicientes,
Aventando picotazos,
Quieren hacerse pedazos,
Pues traen ganas de pelear.
En el choque cae el giro,
Sobre el suelo ensangrentado,
Ha ganado el colorado,
Que se pone ya a cantar.
¡Ay fiesta bonita!,
Que hasta el alma grita,
Con todas sus fuerzas,
¡viva Aguascalientes'n! (¡viva!)
Que su feria es un primor.

Cockfight

At the San Marcos fair,
In Aguascalientes proper,
Brave men will all gather,
Their roosters held quite proper.
And they'll bring it under arm,
When the match is called at last,
To gamble life and limb,
And hope the spur is fast.
The cockfight is a lovely thing,
With its brave and boisterous crowd,
With money flying all about,
And the howler crying loud.
Revelling in pure delight,
The hours just slip away,
With tequila, song, sweethearts,
Whose hearts are on display.
Oh, what a lovely festival,
It is a heartfelt cry,
With all their might and passion,
Viva Aguascalientes! (Viva!)
For its fair is quite the prize.
(Music)
And as the fight begins,
The bets are quickly placed,
Their blades are tightly laced,
And soon the sun will spin.
When they unleash the cocks,
Their rage, it trembles deep,
Not one of them will peep,
They've come here to attack.
Their feathers shine so bright,
As they peck with all their might,
They want to tear and bite,
They've come here for a fight.
And as the fight rages on,
The ground is stained with blood,
The victor, red as mud,
Now stands to sing his song.
Oh, what a lovely festival,
It is a heartfelt cry,
With all their might and passion,
Viva Aguascalientes! (Viva!)
For its fair is quite the prize.