Текст и перевод песни Los Tremendos Gavilanes - La Chiva Colgada

La Chiva Colgada

Año del 51, qué fecha tan memorable
25 de noviembre, un domingo por la tarde
Murió Roberto Martínez, lo mató Jesús González

Había baile en el poblado, había feria, había jugada
Como a las tres de la tarde hubo una chiva colgada
Llegó Beto en su caballo para ver si la bajaba

Llegó Beto en su caballo con mucho gusto y placer
Pero no se imaginaba lo que le iba a suceder
Que González ahí andaba y no lo podía ver

Empezaron a brincar sin que la chiva bajara
Beto, el hombre de valor iba, en caballo montaba
Nomás que cuando él brincaba la chiva le levantaban

González bajó el cabresto y se la llevó un amigo
Roberto de su caballo le gritaba enfurecido:
"¡Yo creí que tú eras hombre, no creí que eras vendido!"

Beto dejó su caballo y a la cantina volvió
Nomás al cruzar el patio González de atrás le habló
Nomás a que diera frente su pistola disparó

Roberto cayó pa′trás que en su sangre se batía
Y González asustado no halló dónde se metía
Amagando a los presentes huyó de la policía

Ya con esta me despido, con dolor del corazón
Dispensen lo mal trobado, mil gracias por su atención
Esta sangrienta tragedia pasó en Marín, Nuevo León

The Hanging Goat

In the year of '51, what a memorable date
November 25, a Sunday afternoon
Roberto Martínez died, killed by Jesús González

There was dancing in the town, there was a fair, there was gambling
At about three in the afternoon, there was a hanging goat
Beto arrived on his horse to see if he could take it down

Beto arrived on his horse with great pleasure and joy
But he didn't imagine what was going to happen to him
That González was there and could not be seen

They started to jump without the goat coming down
Beto, the man of valor went, riding on horseback
Only that when he jumped, they would raise the goat

González lowered the rope and a friend took it away
Roberto shouted from his horse in anger:
"I thought you were a man, but I was wrong! You're a coward!"

Beto left his horse and went back to the bar
As soon as he crossed the patio, González spoke to him from behind
As soon as he turned around, he shot his pistol

Roberto fell backwards, bathing in his blood
And González, scared, didn't know where to hide
Threatening the people present, he fled from the police

With this, I say goodbye, with a heavy heart
Excuse the bad rhyme, thank you for your attention
This bloody tragedy happened in Marín, Nuevo León