Текст и перевод песни Laberinto - La Belleza Negra

La Belleza Negra

Le gustaban montar a caballo, las carreras
Y también los gallos, era de corazón muy alegre,
Con amigos qué si lo estimaban, con la banda
Seguido cantaba, y en Sonora dejó sus quereres
Cayó preso por cosas del hombre,
Y ya preso soñaba en las noches, en pasearse
Con su hijo y esposa, el penal de Nogales un día
Le dijeron que libre salía y es que ya se acercaba su hora
Era un hombre y la gente sabía, que de frente
No le llegarían, lo cazaron como a los venados,
Lo buscaban y entre ellos decían yalaguaje
Solo bajaría y ahí fue donde lo traicionaron
"Uha eso"
"A mi Chencho"
Lo estimaban su padre y hermanos, lo querían
También su caballo, educado porque era un azteca
En las ferias de todo el estado muchas veces
Lo vieron bailando y le llamaron la belleza negra
El talento lo traía en la sangre,
Todo aquello heredo de su padre,
Margarito era muy decidido
Esa muerte
Le ha dolido al viejo,
Él no quiere que lo olvide el tiempo
Y por eso le escribí el corrido
Era un hombre y la gente sabia, que de frente
No le llegarían, lo cazaron como a los venados,
Lo buscaban y entre ellos decían yalaguaje
Solo bajaría y ahí fue donde lo traicionaron

Black Beauty

He liked horse riding, races
And also the roosters, he had a very happy heart,
With friends who esteemed him, with the band
He often sang, and in Sonora he left his love
He was imprisoned for human reasons,
And already imprisoned he dreamt at night of walking
With his son and wife, the Nogales prison one day
They told him he was going free and that his time was approaching
He was a man and the people knew that face to face
They would not approach him, they hunted him like deer,
They searched for him and among them they said lalaguaje
He would only come down and that's where they betrayed him
"Oh that"
"My Chencho"
His father and brothers esteemed him, they loved him
Also his horse, educated because he was an Aztec
In fairs all over the state many times
They saw him dancing and they called him the black beauty
The talent was in his blood,
He inherited all that from his father,
Margarito was very determined
That death
Has hurt the old man,
He does not want time to forget him
And for that reason I wrote the corrido
He was a man and the people knew that face to face
They would not approach him, they hunted him like deer,
They searched for him and among them they said lalaguaje
He would only come down and that's where they betrayed him