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