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The Prisoner # 9

Alci Acosta

El Preso # 9

Al preso número nueve ya lo van a confesar
Está rezando en la celda con el cura del penal
Porque antes de amanecer la vida le han de quitar
Porque mató a su mujer y a un amigo desleal

Dice así: Al confesor
Los maté sí señor
Y si vuelvo a nacer
Yo los vuelvo a matar

Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo sé que allá en el cielo el ser supremo me ha de juzgar
Voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarlos al más allá

El preso número nueve era hombre muy cabal
Iba en la noche del duelo muy contento a su jacal
Pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival
Sintió en su pecho un dolor y no se pudo aguantar

Al sonar el clarín
Se formó el pelotón
Y rumbo al paredón
Se oyó al preso decir

Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo sé que allá en el cielo el ser supremo me ha de juzgar
Voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarlos al más allá

The Prisoner # 9

The prisoner number nine is about to confess
He's praying in the cell with the prison's priest
Because before dawn they will take his life
Because he killed his wife and a disloyal friend

He says: To the confessor
I killed them yes sir
And if I were to be born again
I would kill them again

Father, I do not repent nor am I afraid of eternity
I know that up in heaven the Supreme Being will judge me
I will follow his steps, I will look for them beyond

The prisoner number nine was a very upright man
He went on the night of the duel very happy to his hut
But upon seeing his love in the arms of his rival
He felt a pain in his chest and couldn't bear it

At the sound of the bugle
The firing squad was formed
And on the way to the wall
The prisoner was heard saying

Father, I do not repent nor am I afraid of eternity
I know that up in heaven the Supreme Being will judge me
I will follow his steps, I will look for them beyond

Escrita por: Roberto Cantoral