Juan Martha

Juan Martha

Juan Martha

They said he was carrying the devilDecían que cargaba el diablo
Lies, he had nothing on himMentiras, no traía nada
What he had on his waistLo que traiba' en su cintura
Was a .45 pistolEra una pistola escuadra

He robbed and killed peopleRobaba y mataba gente
Because that’s how he had his funPorque así se divertía
His head had a price on itSu cabeza tenía precio
Fifteen grand was what he was worth15 mil pesos valía

Juan Martha was toughJuan Martha era aguerrido
And feared by the governmentY temido del gobierno
The cops were scared of himLos rurales le temían
Like he was poisonComo si fuera veneno

His poor mother criedSu madrecita, lloraba
Cried and told himLloraba y se lo decía
If they set my son freeSi me dieran libre a mi hijo
I’d pay fifteen grand15 mil pesos daría

Don’t cry anymore, momYa no llores, madrecita
Don’t offer them anythingYa no les ofrezcas nada
When I get to that hillQue llegando a aquel cerrito
I’ll laugh at the dealYo me río de la acordada

Don’t cry anymore, momYa no llores, madrecita
Stop tormenting meNo me estés atromentando
For every hundred lives I oweQue de cien vidas que debo
I’m paying with oneCon una, la estoy pagando

Tonight with the MoonEsta noche con la Luna
And tomorrow with the SunY mañana con el Sol
They’re gonna take my lifeMe van a quitar la vida
By the love of GodSea por el amor de Dios

With this, I say goodbyeYa con esta me despido
But I leave you a letterPero les dejo una carta
So you can keep singingPara que sigan cantando
The ballad of Juan MarthaEl corrido de Juan Martha