Текст и перевод песни Miguel Aceves Mejía - Homenaje a Pedro Infante - Digitally Remastered

Homenaje a Pedro Infante - Digitally Remastered

De allá del monte del sufrimiento
Llorando viene, llorando el viento
Va cabalgando sobre la pena
Viene anunciando que Pedro ha muerto.
El suave viento, su amigo eterno,
Que ayer cantaba con sus canciones
Hoy solo tiene dolor de infierno
Yentre sus alas, cien mil crespones.

Mariachis que acompañastes
A mi hermano Pedro Infante
Une tu voz a la mia
Pa′que yo tambien le cante.
Y se acaso mi garganta
Se quebrara sollozante
Sigue tocando Mariachis,
No te quedes vacilantes.
Que él quedó entre nosotros
Aunque vaya por delante.

En Matzatlán y Gualucho
El cielo azul se tiño de rojo
Y el pueblo llora el despojo
Del pregonero de sus pregones.

Las viejas torres de la capilla
Con su lamento de bronce viejo
Marcan la pauta triste y sencilla
Del paso lento de su cortejo.

Tribute to Pedro Infante - Digitally Remastered

From beyond the mountain of suffering
Crying comes, crying the wind
He rides on sorrow
He comes to announce that Pedro is dead.
The gentle wind, his eternal friend,
That sang with his songs yesterday
Today only has the pain of hell
And between his wings, a hundred thousand crapes.

Mariachis, who accompanied
My brother Pedro Infante
Join your voice with mine
So that I too can sing to him.
And if my throat happens to
Break down in tears
Keep playing, Mariachis,
Don't waver.
For he has stayed among us
Though he goes before us.

In Mazatlán and Gualucho
The blue sky turned red
And the people mourn the loss
Of the herald of their tales.

The old towers of the chapel
With their lament of old bronze
Mark the sad and simple rhythm
Of the slow pace of his procession.