Текст и перевод песни Mariachi Vargas De Tecalitlan - Juan Charrasqueado (Corrido)

Juan Charrasqueado (Corrido)

Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado
Lo que ha pasado en la hacienda de la flor
La triste historia de un ranchero enamorado
Que fue borracho, parrandero y burlador

Juan se llamaba y lo apodaban "Charrasqueado"
Era valiente y arriesgado en el amor
A las mujeres más bonitas se llevaba
En esos campos no quedaba ya una flor

Un día domingo que se andaba emborrachando
A la cantina le corrieron a avisar
Cuídate, Juan, que ya por ahí te andan buscando
Son muchos hombres, no te vayan a matar

No tuvo tiempo de montar en su caballo
Pistola en mano, se le echaron de a montón
"Estoy borracho", les gritaba, "y soy buen gallo"
Cuando una bala atravesó su corazón

Creció la milpa con la lluvia en el potrero
Y las palomas van volando al Pedregal
Bonitos toros llevan hoy al matadero
Qué buen caballo va montando el caporal

Ya las campanas del santuario están doblando
Todos los fieles se dirigen a rezar
Y por el cerro, los rancheros van bajando
A un hombre muerto que lo llevan a enterrar

En una choza muy humilde llora un niño
Y las mujeres se aconsejan y se van
Mientras su madre lo consuela con cariño
Mirando al cielo, llora y reza por su Juan

Aquí termino de cantar este corrido
De Juan, ranchero, charrasqueado y burlador
Que se creyó de las mujeres, consentido
Que fue borracho, parrandero y jugador

Juan Charrasqueado (Corrido)

I will sing you a famous corrido
What happened on the Hacienda de la Flor
The sad story of a rancher who was in love
Who was a drunk, a reveler, and a womanizer

Juan was his name, and they nicknamed him "Charrasqueado"
He was brave and risky in love
He took the most beautiful women
There was not a flower left in those fields

One Sunday when he was getting drunk
They ran to the bar and told him
Watch out, Juan, because they are looking for you
There are many men, they are going to kill you

He did not have time to mount his horse
With a gun in his hand, they attacked him in droves
"I am drunk," he shouted to them, "and I am a good man"
When a bullet pierced his heart

The corn grew with the rain in the pasture
And the doves fly to the Pedregal
Beautiful bulls are being taken to the slaughterhouse today
What a good horse the foreman is riding

The bells of the sanctuary are now tolling
All the faithful are going to pray
And from the hill, the ranchers are coming down
To a dead man who is being taken to be buried

In a very humble hut, a child is crying
And the women are consoling each other and leaving
While his mother comforts him with love
Looking at the sky, she cries and prays for her Juan

Here I finish singing this corrido
Of Juan, rancher, charrasqueado, and womanizer
Who thought he was the women's favorite
Who was a drunk, a reveler, and a gambler