Текст и перевод песни Rafael Escalona - La Custodia de Badillo

La Custodia de Badillo

Me han dicho que el pueblo de Badillo se ha puesto de malas
De malas porque su reliquia le quieren cambiar
Primero fue con San Antonio, Luis Enrique Maya
Ahora la cosa es distinta les voy a contar.

En la casa de Gregorio bien segura estaba
Una reliquia del pueblo tipo colonial,
Era una custodia linda bien grande y pesada,
Ahora por una liviana la quieren cambiar

Se la llevaron, se la llevaron, se la llevaron ya se perdió.
Se la llevaron, se la llevaron, se la llevaron ya se perdió.
Lo que pasa es que la tiene un ratero honrado,

Lo que ocurre es que un honrado se la robó.

Lo que pasa es que la tiene un ratero honrado,
Lo que ocurre es que un honrado se la robó
La custodia de Badillo.
Aunque digan que es calumnia del pueblo de Badillo,

Ellos con mucha razón presentaron sus pruebas,

No tiene el mismo tamaño, no pesa lo mismo,
No tiene el mismo color, entonces no es ella.
Parece que el inspector como que tuvo miedo,
Mucho miedo en ese caso para proceder,

Porque todavía no han dicho quién es el ratero,
Aunque todo el pueblo sabe quiénes pueden ser.
Seguramente que no fuí yo, ni Alfonso López ni Pedro Castro.
Seguramente que no fuí yo, ni Alfonso López ni Pedro Castro.
Ahora no fue Enrique Maya quien se la robó,
Ahora no podrán decir que fue un vallenato.
Ahora no fue Enrique Maya quien se la robó,
Ahora no podrán decir que fue un vallenato.
Al pobre de Enrique Maya lo pusieron preso,
Tan solo porque a San Antonio lo cogió prestado,
Al que se ha robado el caliz nadita le han hecho,
Ese robo de los curas se quedó enterrado.
A mi compa Cola Guerra cuando tenga fiesta,
Oye que abra bien los ojos para vigilar,
Con una 45 en la puerta de la iglesia,
Todo el que tenga sotana no lo deje entrar.
Y al terminar la misa que se pongan del cura pa' abajo a requisar,
Y al terminar la misa que se pongan del cura pa'abajo a requisar.

The Custody of Badillo

They have told me that the people of Badillo have become angry
Angry because they want to change their relic
First it was with San Antonio, Luis Enrique Maya
Now it's different, I'll tell you

In Gregorio's house it was safe
A relic of the village, colonial in style
It was a beautiful monstrance, big and heavy
Now they want to change it for a lighter one

They took it, they took it, they took it, it's gone.
They took it, they took it, they took it, it's gone.
What's happening is that an honest thief has it,

What is happening is that a thief has stolen it.

What's happening is that an honest thief has it,
What is happening is that a thief has stolen it
The monstrance of Badillo.
Even if they say it's slander, the people of Badillo,

They presented their evidence with good reason,

It's not the same size, it doesn't weigh the same,
It's not the same color, so it's not it.
It seems the inspector was a bit scared,
Too scared to proceed in this case,

Because they haven't yet said who the thief is,
Although the whole village knows who it could be.
It certainly wasn't me, nor Alfonso Lopez, nor Pedro Castro.
It certainly wasn't me, nor Alfonso Lopez, nor Pedro Castro.
Now it wasn't Enrique Maya who stole it,
Now they can't say it was a vallenato.
Now it wasn't Enrique Maya who stole it,
Now they can't say it was a vallenato.
Poor Enrique Maya was put in jail,
Just because he borrowed San Antonio,
To the one who stole the chalice they've done nothing,
That theft by the priests was buried.
When my friend Cola Guerra has his party,
Listen, he'll open his eyes wide to keep watch,
With a 45 at the door of the church,
He won't let anyone in wearing a cassock.
And at the end of mass, they'll search everyone from the priest down,
And at the end of mass, they'll search everyone from the priest down.