Текст и перевод песни Lalo Mora - Valente Quintero

Valente Quintero

Aquí me siento a cantar
Con cariño verdadero
Versos que le compusieron
A don Valente Quintero.

Valente se fue a Santiago
Iba a ver a sus amores
Se fajo su carrillera
Con sus cuatro cargadores.

Su querida le decía
Valente que vas a hacer
El mayor anda borracho
Algo te ha de suceder.

Valente le contesto
No te quedes con pendiente
Que al cabo si él es mayor
Yo también soy subteniente.

Cuando Valente llego
Les mando tocar "El toro"
Si el mayor paga con plata
Yo se los pago con oro.

Los músicos le contestan
No la sabemos tocar
Si no me tocan "El toro"
Cántenme a "Heraclio Bernal".

Valente andaba borracho
Con su sombrero de lado
Con esta cuarenta y cinco
No respeto ningún grado.

Sale el mayor y le dice
Bastante muy disgustado
Valente tú no eres hombre
No eres mas que ocasionado.

Yo no soy ocasionado
Yo soy hombre de valor
Nos daremos de balazos
Si usted gusta mi mayor.

Se agarraron de los brazos
Se apartaron de la bola
A los poquitos momentos
Se oyen tiros de pistola.

Llegaba la policía
A ver que había sucedido
Valente ya estaba muerto
El mayor muy mal herido.

Vuela vuela palomita
Si no has de volar detente
Estas son las mañanitas
Del mayor y de Valente.

Valente Quintero

Here I sit and sing
With real affection
Verses that were composed for
Don Valente Quintero.

Valente went to Santiago
He was going to see his loves
He put on his best outfit
With his four chargers.

His sweetheart said to him
Valente, what are you going to do?
The major is drunk
Something bad is going to happen to you.

Valente answered her
Don't worry about it
After all, if he's a major
I'm also a lieutenant.

When Valente arrived
He ordered them to play "El toro"
If the major pays with silver
I'll pay them with gold.

The musicians answered him
We don't know how to play that
If you don't play "El toro" for me
Sing me "Heraclio Bernal".

Valente was drunk
With his hat tilted to one side
With this forty-five
I don't respect any rank.

The major came out and said to him
Quite upset
Valente, you're not a man
You're nothing but a troublemaker.

I'm not a troublemaker
I'm a man of courage
We'll have a shootout
If you like, Major.

They grabbed each other by the arms
They pulled away from the crowd
A few moments later
Shots are heard from a pistol.

The police arrived
To see what had happened
Valente was already dead
The major was badly wounded.

Fly away, fly away, little dove
If you can't fly, stop
These are the dawn songs
Of the major and Valente.