Valente Quintero - Vicente Fernández перевод на английский

Valente Quintero

Aquí me siento a cantar, con cariño verdadero
Versos que le compusieron, a Don Valente Quintero
Valente se fue a Santiago, iba a ver a sus amores
Se fajó su carrillera, con sus cuatro cargadores
La querida le decía, Valente, ¿qué vas a hacer?
El mayor anda borracho, algo te ha de suceder
Valente le contesto, no te quedes contendiente
Mira que, si él es Mayor, yo también soy Sosteniente
Cuando Valente llegó, el Mayor 'taba tomando
Y era música de viento, la que le estaban tocando
Cuando Valente llegó, les mando tocar El Toro
Si el Mayor paga con plata, yo se los pago con oro
Los músicos le contestan, no la sabemos tocar
Valente tú andas borracho, lo que quieres es pelear
Valente les contesto, yo no quiero averiguar
Si no me tocan El Toro, tóquenme Eraquio Bernal
Sale el Mayor para afuera, bastante muy disgustado
Valente tú no eres hombre, eres un ocasionado
Yo no soy ocasionado, yo soy hombre, de valor
Nos daremos de balazos, si usted gusta mi Mayor
El mayor le contesto, sea por el amor de Dios
La tuya es 45, la mía quema 32
Se agarraron de la mano, se apartaron de la bola
Y a los poquitos momentos, se oyen tiros de pistola
Llegaron los policías, a ver, qué había sucedido
A punto del mediodía, los dos estaban tendidos
Vuela, vuela palomita, y si no vuelas detente
Estas son las mañanitas, del Mayor y de Valente

Valente Quintero

Here I sit to sing, with true affection
Verses that were composed for Don Valente Quintero
Valente went to Santiago, to see his love
He put on his cartridge belt, with its four loaders
His sweetheart said to him, Valente, what are you going to do?
The Major is drunk, something will happen to you
Valente answered her, don't you worry
If he is a Major, I am a Lieutenant
When Valente arrived, the Major was drinking
And it was wind music, that they were playing for him
When Valente arrived, he ordered them to play El Toro
If the Major pays with silver, I will pay with gold
The musicians answered him, we don't know how to play it
Valente, you're drunk, you just want to fight
Valente answered them, I don't want to argue
If you don't play El Toro, play Eraquio Bernal for me
The Major goes outside, very upset
Valente, you're not a man, you're a troublemaker
I am not a troublemaker, I am a man of courage
We will shoot it out, if you like, Major
The Major answered him, please, for the love of God
Yours is a 45, mine fires a 32
They shook hands, they stepped away from the crowd
And after a few moments, shots are heard
The police arrived to see what had happened
By midday, they were both lying down
Fly, fly, little dove, and if you don't fly, stop
These are the dawn songs, of the Major and of Valente