Текст и перевод песни Los Cadetes De Linares - Eran Cuatro de a Caballo

Eran Cuatro de a Caballo

Eran cuatro de a caballo
De aquel real del matimil
Huyendo de la cordada
Se escondieron por allí

Pancho era de aquellos cuatro
El más cruel y sanguinario
Pues una ves mato a un cura
Cuando rezaba un rosario

Y mariano por su gusto
Cuántos pueblos incendió
Y para estar más contento
Los trenes derredescarriló

Eran cuatro de a caballo
De aquel real del matimil
Y como eran muy felones
Se escondieron por allí

A guillermo le gustaba
El robarse a las donsellas
Ofreciéndoles la gloria
Con la luna y las estrellas

Y nos faltaba felipe
Un bandido muy sagaz
Que soñaba con el golpe
Robarse la catedral

Eran cuatro de a caballo
De aquel real del matimil
Huyendo de la cordada
Se escondieron por allí

Mariano allá viene el tren
Los vas a descarilar
Francisco deja ese cura
No lo vallas a matar

Ten compasión ya Guillermo
De esa joven viginad
¿Dónde la escondes Felipe
Si te robas catedral?

Eran cuatro de a caballo
De aquel real del matimil
Dios los haya perdonado
Pues los mataron allí

They Were Four on Horseback

There were four on horseback, my love,
From that camp in the thicket so deep,
Fleeing the posse's swift sweep,
They hid themselves there, in shadows to sleep.

Pancho was one of those four,
The cruelest and most bloodthirsty, they say,
For once he killed a priest, my dear,
While he was praying the rosary one day.

And Mariano, for his own delight,
So many towns he set aflame,
And to be even more content, my sweet,
He derailed the trains, a dangerous game.

There were four on horseback, my love,
From that camp in the thicket so deep,
And as they were very wicked,
They hid themselves there, in shadows to sleep.

Guillermo enjoyed stealing,
The damsels, young and fair,
Offering them glory, my darling,
With the moon and the stars to share.

And then there was Felipe,
A very cunning bandit indeed,
Who dreamt of the ultimate heist,
To rob the cathedral, plant a wicked seed.

There were four on horseback, my love,
From that camp in the thicket so deep,
Fleeing the posse's swift sweep,
They hid themselves there, in shadows to sleep.

Mariano, here comes the train,
Are you going to derail it again?
Francisco, leave that priest alone,
Don't you dare kill him, my friend.

Have some compassion, Guillermo,
For that young virgin so pure,
Where will you hide her, Felipe,
If you rob the cathedral, are you sure?

There were four on horseback, my love,
From that camp in the thicket so deep,
May God have pardoned them all,
For they were killed there, in their final sleep.