La Conmemorativa
Es una 45
La que yo pongo en tu mano
Tu vas a saber usarla
Porque eres justo y humano
Ahora que eres comandante
Ya dejaste de ser cabo
Primera guerra mundial
Del ano del 17
Se cumplieron cincuenta anos
El ano 67
Una conmemorativa
Con ella le daban muerte
Yo recuerdo con tristesa
Un escucho los tejidos
En los campos de batalla
Cuando quedaban heridos
Con tiros los remataban
Solo se oian los lloridos
Yo no se quien te invento
Pa' mi tal vez que fue el diablo
Es un secreto de siglos
Nadie puede deciprarlo
Y aunque te hicieron bonita
Tus besos no hay que probarlos
Se llama 45
Porque asi esta registrada
Una arma que esta prohibida
Y por todos codiciada
Tu mensa que siempre es muerte
Hay muchas cruces clavadas
Adios Alfredo Sauceda
Te encargo la consentida
Puedes tenerle confiansa
Te respondo con mi vida
Ojala si un dia nos matan
Que sea conmemorativa
The Commemorative
It's a .45
The one I put in your hand
You're gonna know how to use it
Because you're fair and humane
Now that you're a commander
You've stopped being a corporal
First World War
From the year '17
Fifty years have passed
In '67
A commemorative
With it, they gave death
I remember with sadness
I hear the fabrics
In the battlefields
When the wounded remained
They finished them off with shots
Only cries were heard
I don't know who invented you
Maybe it was the devil for me
It's a secret of centuries
No one can decipher it
And even though they made you beautiful
Your kisses shouldn't be tasted
It's called .45
Because that's how it's registered
A weapon that's forbidden
And desired by all
Your message that's always death
There are many crosses nailed
Goodbye Alfredo Sauceda
I entrust you with my beloved
You can trust her
I respond with my life
I hope if one day they kill us
It's with a commemorative