Текст и перевод песни Los Tiranos Del Norte - Gavino Barrera

Gavino Barrera

Gabino barrera no entendia razones andando en la borrachera
Usaba pistola con seis cargadores le dava gusto a cualquiera
Usaba el bigote en cuadro avultado su paño al cuello enredado
Calzones de manta chamarra de cuero traia punteado el sombrero
Sus pies campesinos usaban guaraches y aveces a raiz andaban
Pero le gustaba pagar a la banda la plata no le importaba
Con una botella de caña en la mano gritaba viva zapata
Por que era ranchero el indio sureño era hijo de buena
Era alto y bien dado muy ancho de espalda su rostro mal encarado
Su negra mirada un aire le dava al buitre de las montañas
Gabino barrera dejaba mujeres con hijos por donde quiera
Por eso en los pueblos donde se paseaba se la tenian sentenciada
Recuerdo la noche que lo asesinaron venia de ver a su amada
Disiocho descargas se maucerceraron sin darle tiempo de nada
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Gavino Barrera

Gabino, my love, you were reckless and wild, a drunken soul with a dangerous smile.
Your six-shooter barked with a deafening roar, instilling fear in all who came before.
Your mustache, thick and waxed, framed your face. A neckerchief, a touch of bohemian grace.
Cotton pants, leather jacket, a sombrero's flair, your attire spoke of a life beyond compare.
Sandals on your feet, sometimes bare, you roamed the land with an untamed air.
But when the music played, you'd dance with delight, money flowing freely throughout the night.
Rum in hand, you'd raise a toast, "Viva Zapata," a rebel's boast.
For you hailed from the rugged Southern lands, a true son of the soil, with honest hands.
Tall and broad, your presence commanded respect, your scowl could stop any heart, no need to test.
Your dark eyes held a glint of mischief, like a vulture perched on a mountain's cliff.
Gavino, you left a trail of broken hearts, children scattered like stars in the darkest parts.
In every town, there were those who sought revenge, their hatred fueled by the pain you'd avenge.
One fateful night, as you rode to your love, eighteen shots rang out, silencing your dove.
No time to fight, no chance to flee, your life ended abruptly, a tragic decree.
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