Del Otro Lao
Llevaba catorce tiros
Y un pistolón oxidao
Lo arrearon pal calabozo
Por no estar autorizao
De poco valió que tenga
Dos hijos y un entenao
El cuero no vale nada
Hoy las cosas han cambiao
Una liebre son tres pesos
Y el tiro del recortao
Vale el doble que una bala
Pero es tiro asegurao
No via hablar de los arreglos
Qué hay que hacer en el poblao
El hambre tiene costumbres
Que te hacen acostumbrao
A volar por los alambres
Pa no acabar engrillao
Cuando no se halla trabajo
Hay que andar como el pescao
Refalando entre los juncos
Con el aliento apretao
Desovando la amargura
De furtiviar un bocao
Llevaba catorce tiros
Y el corazón reventao
En antes era otra cosa
La ley miraba al tirao
Hoy pa echarle algo a la olla
Hay que estar del otro lao
La Patria sigue pariendo
Amores desigualaos
Los que acuerdan se olvidaron
De acordarlo al olvidao
Qué lindo que hubiera sido
Que no me hubieran fallao
From the Other Side
He took fourteen shots
And an old rusty gun
They took him to the dungeon
For not being authorized
It was of little value that he had
Two children and a stepson
Leather is worthless
Today things have changed
A hare is worth three pesos
And the shot from the sawed-off
Is worth double a bullet
But it's a sure shot
I'm not going to talk about the arrangements
That need to be made in the village
Hunger has customs
That make you accustomed
To flying over the wires
So as not to end up in chains
When there is no work to be found
You have to move like a fish
Slipping among the reeds
With tight breath
Spawning the bitterness
Of stealing a bite
He took fourteen shots
And a broken heart
It used to be different before
The law looked at the fallen
Today, to put something in the pot
You have to be on the other side
The Homeland continues to give birth
To unequal loves
Those who remember forgot
To remember the forgotten
How nice it would have been
If they hadn't let me down