El Preso Número Nueve
El preso número nueve ya lo van a confesar
Está encerrado en la celda con el cura del penal
Y antes de amanecer la vida le han de quitar
Porque mató a su mujer y a un amigo desleal
Dice así al confesar
Los maté si 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 nos juzgará
Voy a seguir sus pasos
Voy a buscarla hasta el más allá
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
El preso número nueve era un hombre y muy cabal
Iba en la noche del duelo muy contento en su jacal
Pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival
Ardió en el pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar
Al sonar el clarín se formó el pelotón
Y rumbo al paredón se oyó al preso a decir
Padre, no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo sé que allá en el cielo, el ser supremo nos juzgará
Voy a seguir sus pasos, voy a buscarlos al más allá
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Prisoner Number Nine
Prisoner number nine is about to confess
He's locked in the cell with the prison chaplain
And before dawn they will take his life
Because he killed his wife and a disloyal friend
He confesses like this
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 there in heaven
The Supreme Being will judge us
I will follow his steps
I will search for her even beyond
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Prisoner number nine was a man of great integrity
He went on the night of the duel very happy in his hut
But upon seeing his love in the arms of his rival
Rancor burned in his chest and he couldn't hold back
At the sound of the bugle the firing squad 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 there in heaven, the Supreme Being will judge us
I will follow his steps, I will search for them in the beyond
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Escrita por: Roberto Cantoral