Corrido de Feliciano
Buenas tardes mi amigo
A usted ando buscando
Dijo en tono de burla
Aquel hombre de negro
Con bolso italiano
En que puedo servirle
Contesto feliciano...
Preste usted atencion
Que no quiero hablar mucho
Vengo con la consigna
De sembrar sus tierras
Con nuestro producto
Si le suena amenaza
Pues a dado en el punto...
Voy a darle esta bolsa
Repleta de dinero
Que le basta y le sobra
Para que se large
De este mugrero
Mas vale que lo acepte
O le hare un cohinero...
Feliciano sonriente
Nego con la cabeza
Le dijo no muchas gracias
No vendo mi rancho
Tampoco mis tierras
Vaya por donde vino
Y que dios lo protega...
(Y esta va hasta
Los picachos choix sinaloa
Que tambien hace aire viejo)
Viejo no te imaginas
Con quien estas tratando
Dijo el hombre emperrado
Y con una pistola
Apunto a feliciano
Si te encuentro mañana
Mañana si te mato...
Tal y como lo dijo
Llego un comboy armado
Eran bastantes hombres
Como pa pelear
En un golpe de estado
Traian orden de arriba
Despedasen el rancho...
A usted luego lo mato
Primero a su familia
Conmigo no se juega
Le decia aquel hombre
Y de forma repentina
Desde el monte brincaba
Un peloton de la marina...
Se solto la balacera
Parecia la misma guerra
En el enfrentamiento
Varios se murieron
Y esta historia es cierta
Tambien murio feliciano
Por defender sus tierras.
Ballad of Feliciano
Good afternoon my friend
I am looking for you
He said mockingly
That man in black
With an Italian bag
How can I help you
Feliciano replied...
Pay attention
I don't want to talk much
I come with the mission
To sow your lands
With our product
If it sounds like a threat
Then you've hit the mark...
I'm going to give you this bag
Full of money
That is more than enough
For you to leave
This dump
You better accept it
Or I'll make a mess...
Smiling Feliciano
Shook his head
He said no thank you very much
I don't sell my ranch
Nor my lands
Go back where you came from
And may God protect you...
(And this goes all the way
To the Picachos Choix Sinaloa
Where the old wind also blows)
Old man, you can't imagine
Who you're dealing with
Said the stubborn man
And with a gun
He aimed at Feliciano
If I find you tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll kill you...
Just as he said
An armed convoy arrived
There were plenty of men
As if ready to fight
In a coup
They had orders from above
To tear down the ranch...
I'll kill you later
First your family
You don't mess with me
That man was saying
And suddenly
From the mountain jumped
A group of marines...
The shootout began
It seemed like a war
In the confrontation
Several died
And this story is true
Feliciano also died
Defending his lands.