Текст и перевод песни Los Tigres del Norte - El Corrido Del Dr. Fonseca

El Corrido Del Dr. Fonseca

Soplaban vientos del norte
Del rumbo de Sinaloa
A Don Antonio Fonseca
Se le acercaba la hora
También venían en la lista
Una hermana y su señora.

Dijo el doctor a su esposa
Quiero llevarte a cenar
Estamos recién casados
La vida hay que disfrutar
No sabían que de esa cena
Ya no iban a regresar.

Discutió con un mesero
Que una patrulla llamo
Eso es lo que yo no entiendo
Llego una concentración
Tal vez una coincidencia
Tal vez una ejecución.

Grita su esposa Dorita
No tiren que vienen damas
Aquella voz suplicante
Se apago con las metrallas
En unos cuantos segundos
La iba a seguir su cuñada.

Le dijo el doctor al pollo
Debes usar la metralla
No ves que estamos sitiados
Hay que morir en la raya
El pollo no reacciono
Y lo tumbaron las balas.

Cerca de trescientas balas
Tenia su carro blindado
Pero ninguna paso
Trabajo garantizado
Pero al salir por su esposa
Las balas lo acribillaron.

Allá por el mes de julio
Le habían matado un hermano
El mato dos policías
Seguro querían vengarlos
Su cuerno se le trabo
Y así lograron matarlo.

Dijeron que eran bandidos
Por eso lo remataron
Le robaron sus alhajas
Y dinero americano
El dinero es lo de menos
Porque van a seguir bastos.

Doctor Fonseca's Ballad

The north winds blew
From the region of Sinaloa
For Don Antonio Fonseca
His time was approaching
Also on the list
Were a sister and his wife.

The doctor told his wife
I want to take you out to dinner
We are newly married
We must enjoy life
They did not know that from that dinner
They would never return.

He argued with a waiter
Who called a patrol car
That is what I do not understand
A large group of people arrived
Perhaps it was a coincidence
Perhaps it was a targeted killing.

His wife Dorita screams
Do not shoot, there are women here
That pleading voice
Was silenced by a hail of bullets
In a matter of seconds
Her sister-in-law would follow her.

The doctor said to El Pollo
You must use the machine gun
Do you not see that we are surrounded
We must die fighting
El Pollo did not react
And was shot down by a hail of bullets.

Almost three hundred bullets
Had struck his armored car
But none had penetrated
A job well done
But as he went out for his wife
He was riddled with bullets.

Around the month of July
They had killed his brother
He had killed two police officers
They surely wanted revenge
His gun jammed
And that is how they were able to kill him.

They said that they were bandits
That is why they killed them
They stole their jewelry
And American money
The money is the least of it
Because there will continue to be plenty of it.