Текст и перевод песни Chayito Valdez - Simon Blanco

Simon Blanco

Voy a cantar un corrido,
Sin agravio y sin disgusto,
Lo que sucedio en Tres Palos,
Municipio de Acapulco,
Mataron a Simon Blanco,
Más grande fué su resulto.
Su madre se lo decía,
Simón no vayas al baile,
Y Simón le contestó,
Madre no seas tan cobarde,
Para que cuidarse tanto,
De una vez lo que sea tarde.
Cuando Simón llegó al baile,
Se dirigió a la reunión,
Toditos le saludaron,
Como era gente de honor,
Se dijeron los Martínez,
Cayó en las redes el león.
Como a las tres de la tarde,
Dió principio la cuestión,
Cuando con pistola en mano,
Adrián Baylón lo cazó,
Siendo Simón su compadre,
Vilmente lo asesinó.
(Puente muscial)
A los primeros balazos,
Simón habló con violencia,
Adrián dame mi pistola,
No ves que esa es mi defensa,
Quiso lograr a Martínez,
Le falló la resistencia.
Como a los tres dias de muerto,
Los Martínez fallecieron,
Decían en sus novenarios,
Que se encerraba un misterio,
Porque matar a un compadre,
Era ofender al eterno.
Mataron a Simón Blanco,
Que era un gallito de tragua,
Era un gallito muy fino,
Que el gobierno respetaba,
El con su treinta en la mano,
Simón Blanco se llamaba

Simon Blanco

I'll sing a ballad for you,
Without offense or displeasure,
I'll tell you what happened in Three Sticks,
In the city of Acapulco,
Where Simon Blanco was slain,
And his reputation only grew.
His mother warned him,
Simon, don't go to the dance,
But Simon defiant replied,
Mother, don't worry,
There's nothing to fear,
Let whatever will be, be.
When Simon arrived at the ball,
He made his way to the gathering,
Everyone offered their greetings,
For he carried himself with honor,
But the Martinez brothers thought,
Now we've ensnared the lion.
It was three in the afternoon,
When the trouble began,
With a pistol in hand,
Adrian Baylon hunted him down,
In spite of the fact that Simon was his friend,
He killed him in cold blood.
(Musical bridge)
With the first shots fired,
Simon spoke with a roar,
Adrian, give me my gun,
You know it's my defense,
He tried to reach Martinez,
But he was too slow.
Three days after his death,
The Martinez brothers also died,
At their funeral, they said,
There was a mystery here,
For why would you kill your friend,
And risk eternal damnation?
They killed Simon Blanco,
That proud and fiery rooster,
He was a rooster of the finest breed,
And the government respected him,
With his .30 in his hand,
Simon Blanco was his name.