Текст и перевод песни Los Alegres Del Barranco - Bautista Villegas

Bautista Villegas

Si no le avisaron es que miedo le tenian,
14 matones que a tiros lo asesinaron,
Esto sucedio en un pueblito apartado
De mi Sinaloa donde hay hombres despiadados
28 de abril 76 que corria
En una llantera a balazos lo abatian,
Las armas tronaban la tierra se estremecia,
La gente asustada para sus casas corrian
La mafia y el ampa hace días que lo buscaban,
Le debian dinero y acina no le pagaban
Dandole la muerte la deuda estaba saldada
Llegaron 3 carros con las placas arrancadas
Y algunos malditos
Con las caras bien tapadas,
Mientras disparaban soltaban la
Carcajada
Mirando aquel hombre que hecho pedazos quedaba
60 disparos el cuerpo le atravezaron de varios calibres la
Vida le privaron tirado en el suelo al cielo quedo mirando,
Uno mas que muere por culpa del contrabando
En aquel panteón artistas lo sepultaron,
Su padre y su madre y su hermano lo esperaban,
Por un lado de ellos su tumba quedo clavada,
Cruzo la frontera la que nomas tiene
Entrada
Adios Culiacán de ti me estoy despidiendo
Le digo a Contreras que tenga mucho cuidado
No vallan allarlo con el pecho destrozado
Recuerda el final de Amador y de Alvarado

Bautista Villegas

If they didn't warn him, it's because they were afraid,
14 thugs who shot him dead,
This happened in a remote town
Of my Sinaloa where there are ruthless men
April 28, 76 was running
In a tire shop they shot him to death,
Guns roared, the earth shook,
Frightened people ran into their houses
The mafia and the ampa had been looking for him for days,
They owed him money and even so they didn't pay him
By giving him death the debt was paid
3 cars arrived with their plates removed
And some damned
with their faces well covered,
As they fired they released the
Laugh
Looking at that man who was left in pieces
60 shots pierced his body, of various calibers, they deprived him of his
Life lying on the ground he was left looking at the sky,
One more who dies because of smuggling
In that pantheon artists buried him,
His father and mother and his brother were waiting for him,
On one side of them his tomb remained nailed,
He crossed the border which only has
Entrada
Goodbye Culiacán, I'm saying goodbye to you
I tell Contreras to be very careful
Don't let them find him with his chest torn apart
Remember the fates of Amador and Alvarado