Текст и перевод песни La Migra - Las Tres Viudas

Las Tres Viudas

Voy a contarles la historia
Del rancho "Las amapolas"
Ya les cambiaron de nombre
Se llaman "Tres viudas solas"

No salgas, hijo de mi alma
Porque te van a matar
Tres hermanos ofendidos
No te pueden perdonar

Madre, no les tengo miedo
Porque también sé pelear
Al único que le temo
A Dios que me ha de juzgar

No tuvo tiempo siquiera
De disparar su pistola
Sintiendo tres balas juntas
Como si fuera una sola

Cayó con la cara al suelo
Con tres balas en la frente
Llegaron las tres llorando
Para asombro de la gente

Qué tristes se ven las Torres
Del rancho "Las amapolas"
Ya les cambiaron de nombre
Se llama "Tres viudas solas"

Las Tres Viudas

I'm going to tell you the story
Of the ranch called "The Poppies"
They've changed their name
It's called "Three Single Widows"

Don't go out, my son
Because they're going to kill you
Three offended brothers
They cannot forgive you

Mother, I'm not afraid of them
Because I know how to fight too
The only one I'm afraid of
Is God, who shall judge me

He didn't even have time
To shoot his gun
Feeling three bullets all at once
As if they were one

He fell face down
With three bullets in his forehead
The three arrived crying
To the astonishment of all

How sad the Towers look
Of the ranch called "The Poppies"
They've changed their name
It's called "Three Single Widows"