Текст и перевод песни Los Huracanes del Norte - El Poeta

El Poeta

Ramón bajo de la sierra
A visitar a un pariente
Se celebraba uan boda
Estaba bueno el ambiente
Toda la gente bailaba
El pasito duranguense.

Ramón tenia una linda esposa
Con ojos color de cuelo
Cuerpazo de tentación
Un monumento perfecto
Ella estaba enamorada
Totalmente de su dueño.

Ya cuando estaban bailando
Su hermoso cuerpo lucia
Cuando salio un hablador
Recitando una poesia
Dijo con esa potranca
Quien no deja buenas crias.

Ramón miro al hablador
Y el hablador fuerte dijo
A mi me encanta esa hembra
Lo que me gusta consigo
Le hace falta un semental
Y yo si soy de registro.

Saco una escuadra vereta
Disparandole a Ramón
Ramón rodo por el suelo
Y de abajo contesto
Dándole un tiro en la boca
Quitandole lo hablador.

En Santiago Papatzquiaro
Su gente ha sido muy recia
Lo mismo que en Tepehuanes
Grabenselo en la cabeza
Ahi el que la hace a paga
Como la pago el poeta

The Poet

Ramón came down from the mountains
To visit a relative,
A wedding was being celebrated,
The atmosphere was great,
Everyone was dancing
The Duranguense step.

Ramón had a beautiful wife,
With sky-colored eyes,
A tempting body,
A perfect monument,
She was completely in love
With her man.

As they were dancing,
Her beautiful body shone,
When a loudmouth appeared
Reciting a poem,
He said, "With a filly like that,"
"Who wouldn't leave good offspring?"

Ramón looked at the loudmouth
And the loudmouth said loudly,
"I love that woman,"
"What I like, I get,"
"She needs a stallion,"
"And I'm a registered one."

He pulled out a Beretta pistol
Shooting at Ramón,
Ramón rolled on the ground
And from below he replied,
Shooting him in the mouth,
Silencing the loudmouth.

In Santiago Papasquiaro
Its people have been very tough,
The same as in Tepehuanes,
Get it into your head,
There, whoever does it pays,
Like the poet paid.