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Juan Martha

La Dinastía de Tuzantla

Juan Martha

Decian que cargaba el diablo
Mentiras no traia nada
Lo que traia en su cintura
Era una pistola escuadra

Robaba y mataba gente
Porque asi se divertia
Su cabeza tenia precio
Quince mil pesos valia

Aguerrido era juan martha
Y temido del gobierno
Los rurales le temian
Como si fuera veneno

En la estacion de morita
Lo aprehendieron los rurales
Lo llevaron a palacio
Policias y federales

Su pobre madre lloraba
Lloraba y se los decia
Si me dieran libre a mi hijo
Quince mil pesos daria

Ya no llores madrecita
Ya no les ofrezcas nada
Que llegando aquel cerrito
Yo me rio de la acordada

Ya no llores madrecita
No me estes atormentando
Que de cien vidas que debo
Con una la estoy pagando

Esta noche con la luna
Y mañana con el sol
Me van a quitar la vida
Sea por el amor de dios

Ya con esta me despido
Pero les dejo una carta
Para que sigan cantando
El corrido de juan martha

Juan Martha

They said he carried the devil
Lies, he carried nothing
What he carried on his waist
Was a pistol

He stole and killed people
Because that's how he had fun
His head had a price
Fifteen thousand pesos it was worth

Brave was Juan Martha
And feared by the government
The rural police feared him
As if he were poison

At the Morita station
The rural police apprehended him
They took him to the palace
Police and federal agents

His poor mother cried
She cried and told them
If they set her son free
She would give fifteen thousand pesos

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't offer them anything
When we reach that hill
I'll laugh at the authorities

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't torment me
Of the hundred lives I owe
I'm paying with one

Tonight with the moon
And tomorrow with the sun
They will take my life
For the love of God

With this, I bid you farewell
But I leave you a letter
So you can keep singing
The ballad of Juan Martha

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