Текст и перевод песни El Chapo De Sinaloa - Juan Martha

Juan Martha

Decían que cargaba el diablo
Mentrias no traiba nada
Lo que traiba en su cintura
Era una pistola escuadra
Robaba y mataba gente
Porque así se divertía
Su cabeza tenía precio
Quince mil pesos valía
Juan Martha era aguerrido
Y temido del gobierno
Los rurales le temían
Como si fuera veneno
Su madresita lloraba
Lloraba y se lo decía
Si me dieran libre a mi hijo
Quince mil pesos daría
Ya no llores madresita
Ya no les ofrezcas nada
Que llegando a aquel cerrito
Yo me río de la acordada
Ya no llores madresita
No me estés atormentando
Que con cien vidas que llevo
Con una la estoy pagando
Está noche con la luna
Y mañana con el sol
Me van a quitar la vida
Se por el amor de Dios
Ya con está me despido
Pero les dejo una carta
Para que sigan cantando
El corrido de Juan Martha

John Martha

They used to say he was carrying the devil,
But he was empty-handed
What he was carrying at his side
Was a little pistol
He robbed and killed
Because that's how he had fun
His head carried a bounty
Fifteen thousand pesos it was worth
John Martha was a tough guy
And feared by the government
The farmers were afraid of him
As if he were poison
His mother cried
She cried and told him,
If they let my son go
I'd pay fifteen thousand pesos
Don't cry, little mother
Don't offer them anything
Because when I reach that little hill
I'll laugh at the law
Don't cry, little mother
Don't torment me
Because of all these lives I've taken
I'm paying for one
Tonight with the moon
And tomorrow with the sun
They're going to take my life
Please, for the love of God
I say goodbye
But I leave you a letter
So you can keep on singing
The ballad of John Martha