Текст и перевод песни Tierra Cali - Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera no entendía razones
Andando en la borrachera
Cargaba pistola con seis cargadores
Le daba gusto a cualquiera.
Usaba el bigote en cuadro abultado
Su paño al cuello enredado
Calzones de mata, chamarra de cuero
Traía colteado el sombrero

Sus pies campesinos usaban huaraches
Y a veces a raiz andaba
Pero le gustaba pagar los mariachis
La plata no le importaba
Con una botella de caña en la mano
Gritaba Viva Zapata
Porque era ranchero el indio suriano
Era hijo de buena mata

Era alto, bien dado, muy ancho de espadas
Su rostro mal encachado
Su negra mirada un aire le daba
Al buitre de la montañas
Gabino Barrera dejaba mujeres
Con hijos por donde quiera
Por eso en los pueblos donde se paseaba
Se la tenían sentenciada
Recuero la noche que lo asesinaron
Venía de ver a su amada
Dieciocho descargas de Máuser sonaron
Sin darle tiempo de nada
Gabino Barrera murió como mueren
Los hombres que son bragados
Por una morena perdió como pierden
Los gallos en los tapados

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera didn't understand reason,
Lost in a drunken haze.
He carried a pistol with six magazines,
Ready to please in all his ways.
He wore a thick, square mustache,
A scarf wrapped around his neck with flair.
Leather chaps and jacket he'd don,
A sombrero with a braided band, my dear.

His peasant feet wore huaraches bold,
Sometimes barefoot he'd roam and stray.
But he loved to pay the mariachi bands,
Money didn't matter, come what may.
With a bottle of cane liquor in his hand,
He'd shout "Viva Zapata!" with a cheer.
For he was a rancher, that Suriano Indian,
A son of good stock, my dear.

He was tall, well-built, broad-shouldered and strong,
His face roughly hewn, yet so fine.
His dark gaze gave him an air,
Of a mountain vulture, so divine.
Gabino Barrera left women behind,
With children everywhere he'd been.
So in the towns where he strolled and played,
His fate was sealed, it would seem.
I remember the night he was murdered, my love,
Coming back from seeing his queen.
Eighteen Mauser shots rang out,
Giving him no time to intervene.
Gabino Barrera died as they die,
The men who are truly brave and bold.
For a dark-haired woman he lost, as they lose,
The roosters in the cockfights of old.