Текст и перевод песни Larry Hernandez - El Comandante Fuentes

El Comandante Fuentes

Hay rio de Tamazula
De lejos traigo un presente
En el rancho "Los Olivos"
An matado a un gran valiente
Hizo confianza el amigo
'Muere el comandante Fuentes"

Yo no canto en mis corridos
Lo que no devo cantar
Lo que les canto es muy cierto
Se los puedo demostrar
Porque el comandante Fuentes
Era un hombre muy formal

Se vale de mucha astucia
De Leon pa' casar su presa
Y le tendieron la trampa
Tenia precio su cabeza
La codizia y las envidias
Los cobardes manifiestan

Se valieron del gobierno
Pa' poder borrar la raya
Nunca pudieron brincarla
Por que se les recelaba
Ya podran andar tranquilos
A los que les estorbaba

En Durango y Sinaloa
Su huella quedo estampada
Amigos que lo apreciaban
Y andavan en la pasiada
Su compadre "Julio Ochoa"
Dos (2) hombres de mucha alsada

Hay panteon de Tamazula
Tres cruzes se ven de frente
Cada una con sus nombres
Con el apellido 'Fuentes'
Chico, Luis y Don Gregorio
Los mataron por valientes

Commander Fuentes

There, by the Tamazula River, my love,
From afar I bring a message, just for you,
At the "Los Olivos" ranch, can you believe,
They've killed a brave man, it's true.
The friend placed his trust, it's a shame,
"Commander Fuentes is dead," they proclaim.

I don't sing in my ballads, darling,
What I shouldn't sing, you see,
What I sing to you is true, believe me,
I can prove it to you, honestly.
Because Commander Fuentes, my dear,
Was a very upstanding man, I swear.

They used a lot of cunning, sweetheart,
From Leon, to corner their prey, they went,
And they set the trap, so sly,
His head had a price, way up high.
Greed and envy, my love,
Are what cowards manifest, it's rough.

They used the government, can you imagine,
To erase the line, their plan,
They could never cross it, though they tried,
Because they were suspected, on every side.
Now they can rest easy, my dear,
Those who he was in the way of, no fear.

In Durango and Sinaloa, my love,
His mark was left, you see,
Friends who appreciated him, it's true,
And who were on the run, too.
His compadre "Julio Ochoa," they say,
Two (2) men of high stature, no way.

There, Tamazula cemetery, my sweet,
Three crosses can be seen, head-on you meet,
Each one with its names, so clear,
With the surname 'Fuentes', my dear.
Chico, Luis and Don Gregorio, so brave,
They were killed for their courage, no one could save.