Simon Blanco - La Migra перевод на английский

Simon Blanco

Voy a cantar un corrido sin agravio y sin disgusto
Lo que sucedio en Tres Palos municipio de Acapulco
Mataron a Simón Blanco
Más grande fue su resulto

Su mamá se lo decía Simón no vallas al baile
Y Simón le contesto, madre no seas tan cobarde
Para que cuidarse tanto
De una vez que sea tarde

Cuando Simón llego al baile
Se dirigió a la reunión
Toditos lo saludaron porque era un hombre de honor
Se dijeron los Martínez
Callo en las redes del león

A los primeros balazos Simón hablo con violencia
Adrián dame mi pistola, no ves que esa es mi defensa
Quiso lograr a Martínez
Le fallo la resistencia

Como a los tres días de muerto
Los Martínez fallecieron
Decían en su novenario
Que eso encerraba un misterio
Porque matar a un compadre
Era ofender al eterno

Mataron a Simón Blanco
Era un gallito de traba
Era un gallito muy fino
Que el gobierno respetaba
El con su 30 en la mano
Simón Blanco se llamaba

Simon Blanco

I'm going to sing a ballad without prejudice or remorse
About what happened in Tres Palos, Acapulco
They killed Simón Blanco
And their motive was cruel

His mother told him, Simón, don't go to the dance
And Simón answered, Mother, don't be such a coward
Why be so cautious
When it's already too late

When Simón arrived at the dance
He approached the gathering
Everyone greeted him, for he was a man of honor
The Martínez said to each other
He fell into the lion's den

At the first gunshots, Simón spoke with force
Adrián, give me my gun, don't you see this is my defense
He tried to reach Martínez
But his resistance failed him

Three days after his death
The Martínez family died
They said at their novena
That this held a mystery
For why kill a compadre
It was to offend God

They killed Simón Blanco
He was a fighting cock
He was a very fine fighting cock
Respected by the government
With his thirty in his hand
Simón Blanco was his name