Текст и перевод песни Hanne - Pistolero

Pistolero

(Säv. Ralph Siegel, san. Vexi Salmi)
Vain salaa ja kuiskaten nimen sen kuulin,
Sen enempää hänestä tiedetty ei.
Ja jäljetkin lakaisi sateet ja tuuli
Ne kivistä polkua vuorille vei.
Hän aseella kirjoitti itselleen lain.
Sen mukaan hän eli, sen noudatti vain.
Hän jokaisen rihmankin rikkailta vei
Ja köyhille jakoi, jos tarvinnut ei.
Tuon Pistoleron
Maine vieläkin muistetaan.
Hälle päätäkin puistetaan,
Löydy vertaista ei.
Tuon Pistoleron
Katse hurmasi naiset kai.
Jos hän tahtoi hän heidät sai,
Sitten vuorille vei.
Hän rakasti hetken, se hänelle riitti
Ja jokaisen takaisin kotiinsa toi.
Ja helläksi jokainen myöhemmin kiitti,
Hän salaiset unelmat todeksi loi.
Niin miehet hän vihasta sekaisin sai
Ja naiset, he unissa toivoivat kai:
Jos kerran ees saapuisi kohdalle hän
Ja näkisi hymynsä viettelevän.
Tuon Pistoleron
Maine vieläkin muistetaan.
Hälle päätäkin puistetaan,
Löydy vertaista ei.
Tuon Pistoleron
Katse hurmasi naiset kai.
Jos hän tahtoi hän heidät sai,
Sitten vuorille vei.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Pistole-Pistolero.
Itse teki mitä tahtoi.
Häntä kiinni saatu ei.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Pistole-Pistolero.
Yksin kuolla myöskin mahtoi,
Hautaan salaisuuden vei.
Hän taruissa elää, ne eivät voi kuolla.
Nää seikkailut monissa lauluissa soi.
Ja ehkä hän tietoisen toisella puolla
Nyt tänäänkin ryöstää ja rakastaa voi.
Yötuulet kun vuorilla viimoina soi,
Niin hevosen laukkaavan kuulla myös voi.
Hän aaveena vuorilla ratsastaa kai
Tai harhan sen unelmat aikaan vain sai.
Tuon Pistoleron
Maine vieläkin muistetaan.
Hälle päätäkin puistetaan,
Löydy vertaista ei.
Tuon Pistoleron
Katse hurmasi naiset kai.
Jos hän tahtoi hän heidät sai,
Sitten vuorille vei.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Pistole-Pistolero.
Itse teki mitä tahtoi.
Häntä kiinni saatu ei.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Pistole-Pistolero.
Yksin kuolla myöskin mahtoi,
Hautaan salaisuuden vei.

Gunslinger

(Säv. Ralph Siegel, san. Vexi Salmi)
Only secretly and with whispers his name has reached me,
Nothing more is known about him.
And rain and wind sweep away all traces
Leading up the rocky path to the mountains.
With a gun, he wrote his own law.
By this he lived, and by this alone he abided.
He took all their wealth from the rich
And distributed it to the poor, who had no need.
That Gunslinger
His legend is still remembered.
People shake their heads at him,
He finds no equal.
That Gunslinger
His gaze captivated the women, apparently.
If he wanted, he could have them,
And then he would take them to the mountains.
He loved the moment, it was enough for him
And he would bring each one back home.
And each of them later thanked him kindly,
For he made their secret dreams come true.
In this way, he made men furious
And women, they dreamed of him in their sleep:
If only he would approach them,
And let them see his alluring smile.
That Gunslinger
His legend is still remembered.
People shake their heads at him,
He finds no equal.
That Gunslinger
His gaze captivated the women, apparently.
If he wanted, he could have them,
And then he would take them to the mountains.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Gunslinger-Gunslinger.
He did as he pleased.
He was never caught.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Gunslinger-Gunslinger.
He may have also died alone,
Taking his secret to the grave.
He lives on in legend, they cannot die.
These adventures resound in many songs.
And perhaps he is robbing and loving on the other side of consciousness,
Even today.
When the night winds blow as gusts in the mountains,
One can also hear the gallop of a horse.
He rides as a ghost through the mountains
Or perhaps dreams have merely conjured up this illusion.
That Gunslinger
His legend is still remembered.
People shake their heads at him,
He finds no equal.
That Gunslinger
His gaze captivated the women, apparently.
If he wanted, he could have them,
And then he would take them to the mountains.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Gunslinger-Gunslinger.
He did as he pleased.
He was never caught.
Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa Gunslinger-Gunslinger.
He may have also died alone,
Taking his secret to the grave.