Текст и перевод песни Los Huracanes del Norte - El Mocho Chavez

El Mocho Chavez

Con un saludo a mi compa Lio, hay le va su corrido

Un gallero ya murio, y un gallo como llorando
Se amanece en el panteón, arriba en la cruz cantando
Tratando de despertar, al que en vida fuera su amo

De toda aquella gallera, el diablo fue el consentido
Asi le puso el gallero, desde cuando era pollito
Por colorado de piel, y de pluma renegrido

Gano mas de diez peleas, en Tijuana y Mexicali
Tambien tuvo en Hermosillo, en Encenada y Nogales
Levanto muchos billetes, en un palenque de Juárez

Llego un gringo de Alabama, a retar al mocho Chavez
Tu diablo vengo a matar, ponle un millón de los grandes
No te vengo a visitar, ni a echarme la vuelta en balde

El mocho le contesto, no vengas a echar habladas
El dinero no es problema, lo que me sobra es la lana
Que no te tiemblen las corvas, apuntale en la navaja

Improvisan un palenque, en el barrio de las glorias
Como el diablo le gano, salieron muy mal las cosas
El mocho Chavez cayo, con diez tiros de pistola

El gringo no se cuido y aquel gallo y su navaja
De un volido le corto el cuello y también la cara
Asi, vengo al mocho Chavez, al que hoy en la cruz le canta

El Mocho Chavez (The One-Armed Chavez)

With a greeting to my buddy Lio, here's your corrido, darling.

A cockfighter has died, and a rooster, as if weeping,
Spends the dawn at the cemetery, singing on the cross above,
Trying to awaken the one who in life was his master.

Of all those fighting cocks, "The Devil" was the favorite,
That's what the cockfighter named him, ever since he was a chick,
For his reddish skin and blackish feathers, my love.

He won more than ten fights, in Tijuana and Mexicali,
He also had some in Hermosillo, Ensenada and Nogales,
He raised a lot of cash, in a Juarez cockfighting ring.

A gringo from Alabama arrived, to challenge Mocho Chavez,
"I've come to kill your Devil, bet a million big ones," he said,
"I haven't come to visit, or to waste my time for nothing."

Mocho answered him, "Don't come talking nonsense, sweetheart,"
"Money is not a problem, what I have plenty of is cash,"
"Don't let your knees tremble, bet it all on the blade."

They improvise a cockfighting ring, in the Glorias neighborhood,
As the Devil won, things went very wrong,
Mocho Chavez fell, with ten pistol shots.

The gringo wasn't careful and that rooster and his blade,
In one swoop cut his throat and also his face,
Thus, I sing to Mocho Chavez, to whom the rooster sings on the cross today.