Текст и перевод песни Los Alegres De Terán - La Martina

La Martina

Quince años tenia martina
Cuando su amor me entrego
A los dieciséis cumplidos
Una traicion me jugo
Estaban en la conquista

Cuando el marido llego
Que estas haciendo martina
Que no estas en tu color

Aqui me estado sentada
No me podido dormir
Si mi tienes desconfianza

No te separes de mi
De quien es esa pistola
De quien es ese reloj

De quien es ese caballo
Que en mi corral relincho

Ese caballo es muy tuyo
Tu papa te lo mando
Pa que fueras a la boda

De tu hermana la menor

Ayy pobre Martina parecía
Pan de cera estaba verde limon
Le cayeron con las manos en la masa ayy

Yo pa que quero caballos
Si caballos tengo yo
Lo que quero es que me digas
Quien en mi cama durmio
En tu cama naiden duerme
Cuando tu no estas aqui
Si me tienes desconfianza
No te separes de mi
Y la tomo de la mano
A sus papas la llevo
Suegros aqui esta Martina
Que una traicion me jugo
Llevate la tu mi yerno
La iglesia te la entrego
Y si ella te ah traicionado
La culpa no tengo yo
La criaron mañosa
Salio mañosa cuatrera alborotadora
Pobre pobre viejo
Incadita de rodillas
Nomas seis tiros le dio
El amigo del caballo ni por la silla volvio.

Martina

Fifteen, Martina was
When her love was given to me
When she turned sixteen
She played a trick on me
You were fighting in the war

When your husband came home
What are you doing, Martina?
Why aren't you happy?

I have been sitting here
I haven't been able to sleep
If you don't trust me

Don't leave me
Who does that gun belong to?
Who does that watch belong to?

Who does that horse belong to?
That's neighing in my corral?

That horse is yours
Your father sent it to you
To ride to wedding of

Your youngest sister

Oh poor Martina, she seemed
Like green wax, like a lemon
She was caught red-handed, oh

What do I want with horses?
I have all the horses I need
What I want you to tell me
Is who slept in my bed?
No one sleeps in your bed
When you're not here
If you don't trust me
Don't leave me
And he took her by the hand
And he took her to your parents
In-laws, here is Martina
Whom I caught betraying me
Take her, my son-in-law
I give you my blessing
And if she has betrayed you
It's not my fault
She was raised to be tricky.
She turned out to be a trickster, a rustler, a troublemaker.
Poor, poor old man
Kneeling on the ground
He shot her six times
The one who rode the horse never came back for the saddle.