Текст и перевод песни La Original Banda El Limón de Salvador Lizárraga - Juan Martha

Juan Martha

Decían que cargaba el diablo
Mentiras, no traía nada
Lo que traiba' en su cintura
Era una pistola escuadra

Robaba y mataba gente
Porque así se divertía
Su cabeza tenía precio
15 mil pesos valía

Juan Martha, era aguerrido
Y temido del gobierno
Los rurales le temían
Como si fuera veneno

Su madrecita, lloraba
Lloraba y se lo decía
Si me dieran libre a mi hijo
15 mil pesos daría

Ya no llores, madrecita
Ya no les ofrezcas nada
Que llegando a aquel cerrito
Yo me río de la acordada

Ya no llores, madrecita
No me estés atromentando
Que de cien vidas que debo
Con una, la estoy pagando

Esta noche con la luna
Y mañana con el sol
Me van a quitar la vida
Sea por el amor de Dios

Ya con esta me despido
Pero les dejo una carta
Para que sigan cantando
El corrido de Juan Martha

John Martha

They said he was carrying the devil
Lies, he had nothing
What he carried on his waist
Was a pistol

He robbed and killed people
Because that's how he had fun
His head was worth a price
15 thousand pesos

John Martha was fierce
And feared by the government
The police were afraid of him
Like he was poison

His little mother cried
She cried and said to him
If they let my son go free
I would give them 15 thousand pesos

Don't cry anymore, little mother
Don't offer them any more
Because when we get to that hill
I will laugh at the police

Don't cry anymore, little mother
Don't torment me anymore
Because of the hundred lives I owe
I'm paying for them with one

Tonight, with the moon
And tomorrow, with the sun
They will take my life
May it be for the love of God

With this, I say goodbye
But I leave you a letter
So you can keep singing
The ballad of John Martha