Текст и перевод песни Jorge Negrete - Juan Charrasqueado - Remasterizado

Juan Charrasqueado - Remasterizado

Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado
Lo que a pasado allá, en la hacienda de la flor
La triste historia de un ranchero enamorado
Que fué borracho, parrandero y jugador

Juan se llamaba y lo apodaban charrasqueado
Era valiente y arriesgado en el amor
A las mujeres más bonitas se llevaba
De aquellos campos no quedaba ni una flor

Un día domingo que se andaba emborrachando
A la cantina le corrieron avisar
Cuídate Juan que ya porai te andan buscando
Son muchos hombres no te vayan a matar

No tuvo tiempo de montar en su caballo
Pistola en mano se le echaron de a montón
Estoy borracho les gritaba y soy buen gallo
Cuando una bala atraveso su corazón

Creció la milpa con la lluvia en el potrero
Y las palomas van volando al pedregal
Bonitos toros llevan hoy al matadero
Que buen caballo va montando el caporal

Ya las campanas del santuario estan doblando
Todos los fieles se dirigen a rezar
Y por el cerro los rancheros van bajando
A un hombre muerto que lo llevan a enterrar

En una choza, muy humilde llora un niño
Y las mujeres se aconsejan y se van
Solo su madre lo consuela con cariño
Mirando al cielo llora y reza por su Juan

Aquí termino de cantar este corrido
De Juan rancherro charrasqueado y burlador
Ese creyó de las mujeres consentido
Y fué borracho, parrandero y jugador...

Juan Charrasqueado - Re-mastered

I'm going to sing you a well-known ballad
What happened over there, on the flower ranch
The sad story of a rancher in love
Who was a drunk, a party boy and a gambler

Juan was his name and they nicknamed him Charrasqueado
He was brave and daring in love
He took the prettiest women away
Not a single flower was left in those fields

One Sunday when he was getting drunk
They ran to the bar to warn him
Take care, Juan, because they're looking for you
There are many men, they might kill you

He didn't have time to get on his horse
Pistol in hand, they threw themselves at him in droves
I'm drunk, he shouted, and I'm a good rooster
When a bullet pierced his heart

The cornfield grew with the rain in the pasture
And the doves fly to the quarry
Beautiful bulls are being taken to the slaughterhouse today
What a good horse the foreman is riding

The bells of the sanctuary are already tolling
All the faithful are going to pray
And down from the hill the ranchers are coming
To bury a dead man

In a humble hut, a child cries
And the women counsel and leave
Only his mother consoles him with affection
Looking at the sky, she cries and prays for her Juan

Here I finish singing this ballad
Of Juan the rancher, charrasqueado and womanizer
He thought he was the women's favorite
And he was a drunk, a party boy and a gambler...