Текст и перевод песни Gerardo Mercado - Nando Payan (En Vivo)

Nando Payan (En Vivo)

Al que le hice este corridoo...
Téngalon muy presentee...
Para agarrarse a puñetes, tenia que ser muy valientee.
Porque siempre andaba solo, aunque tenia un que otro amigo,
Nada mas con su caballo que el mismo le puso el indioo...
Si quieren saber su nombre
Yo se los voy a decir...
Nando payán se llamaba, sabia lo que era sufrir...
Porque se quedo sin padres,Siempre con necesidades
Era de caracter fuerte, No le importaba morirr...
Fue un hombre muy decidido, siempre muy atrabancado
Porque a su estilo y su modo, simepre educó a su caballoo...
El se volaba trincheras, Y se brincaba las trancas
El se metia hasta las casas porque a nadie respetaba...
Y cuando nando tomaba, todos le tenían miedo.
Con su pistola y su daga, para el nunca hubo gobiernoo...
Se paseaba por sus ranchos
En su caballo tornillo, cuando estaba bien borracho
Masticaba hasta los vidrioss...
Cantina la puerta negra, donde pasaron los hechos
Ahy dejo un desconocido,con un puñete en el cuelloo...
Lo agarraron desarmado, lo dejaron mal herido
El quería seguir viniendo, pa'ver crecer a ponchitoo...
Lo agarraron descuidado, esto paso allá en la sierra
A el le quitaron la vida, y no pudo defenderlaa...
Tirado con un balazo
Mirando al que lo mataba,
El agarraba su dagaa Y la atascaba en la tierraa...
Aqui termina el corrido, despues la vuelvo a cantar
El nacio alla en babunica, saben que digo verdaad...
Su espíritu anda con su hijo, el siempre lo cuidara
Este es el ultimo verso
Del señor Nando payan...
Del señor Nando payan...

Nando Payan (Live)

For whom I penned this ballad...
Keep him close in your mind...
To face a man with fists, he had to be very brave.
Because he always traveled alone, though he had a few friends,
Just with his horse, which he himself named "Indio"...
Should you wish to know his name
I will tell you right now...
He was called Nando Payán, and he knew what it meant to suffer...
Because he was left without parents, always needy
He was strong-willed, he didn't fear death...
He was a very resolute man, always very stubborn
Because in his own inimitable style, he always trained his horse...
He would fly over trenches, and he would jump over gates
He would even enter houses, because he respected no one...
And when Nando drank, everyone feared him.
With his pistol and his dagger, no government existed for him...
He would roam through his ranches
On his horse "Tornillo," drunk as he was
He would even chew on glass...
Cantina la puerta negra, where events unfolded
That's where some stranger left him,with a blow to his neck...
They caught him unarmed, they left him badly wounded
He wanted to keep coming, to watch Ponchito grow...
They caught him off guard, this happened in the mountains
They took his life, and he could not defend himself...
Lying there with a gunshot wound
Watching the one who killed him,
He gripped his dagger and plunged it into the ground...
Here ends this ballad, I will sing it again later
He was born in Babunica, you know I speak the truth...
His spirit is with his son, he will always watch over him
This is the last verse
Of Mr. Nando Payán...
Of Mr. Nando Payán...