Текст и перевод песни Ramón Ayala y Sus Bravos Del Norte - Hay Un Mar

Hay Un Mar

Joaquin lopez se llamaba
Por murrieta conocido
Por aire tierra o por mar
Por diferentes caminos
Pasaba gente ilegal
A los estados unidos.

El era un tipo normal
Un hombre bueno y valiente
Que muchas veces paso
De gratis a mucha gente
No era un pollero formal
El era un hombre decente.

Como feroz gavilan
Cruzaba los alambrados llevandose entre sus garras
Los pollos al otro lado
Siempre a la migra dejo
Con los ojos azorados.

Cerquita de san clemente
En un dia de mala suerte
Una patrulla los vio
Y los cerco de repente
Toda su gente escapo
El solo les hizo frente.

Herido llego a tijuana arrastrandose en el fango
Y ya no pudo pasar
Mas gente de contrabando
A los tres dias despues
Ya lo estaban sepultando.

Por las fronteras del norte
Hay muchos aventureros
Unos paran a prision
Otros en el agujero
Canta paloma cu cu
Por la muerte del pollero.

There's a Sea

Joaquin Lopez was his name
Known by Murrieta
By air, land or sea
Along different paths
He passed people illegally
To the United States.

He was a normal guy
A good and brave man
Who often took
Many people for free
He wasn't a formal smuggler
He was a decent man.

Like a fierce hawk
He crossed the fences, carrying in his claws
Chickens to the other side
He always left the border patrol
With their eyes bewildered.

Near San Clemente
On an unlucky day
A patrol saw them
And suddenly surrounded them
All his people escaped
He alone faced them.

Wounded, he reached Tijuana, dragging himself through the mud
And could no longer pass
More people as contraband
Three days later
They were already burying him.

On the borders of the north
There are many adventurers
Some end up in prison
Others in a hole
Sing, dove, cu-cu
For the death of the smuggler.