La Muerte de Hernán Peraza
Ya todo estaba tramado
Salió Yballa a pasear con sus damas
Y al llegar al Guahedum señalado
Vino al conde que hacia su lado
Y se acercó con candor diciendo
¡Bella flor
Si no me quieres amar
Yo te mandaré matar
Sin piedad y con dolor!
Pedro que al acecho estaba como una fiera salió
Pedro que al acecho estaba como una fiera salió
El conde cuando lo vio la espada desenvainaba
El conde cuando lo vio la espada desenvainaba
Y al tiempo que la mostraba la sujetó con furor
Y al tiempo que la mostraba la sujetó con furor
¡Le dijo: Soy tu señor, me tienes que respetar!
¡Le dijo: Soy tu señor, me tienes que respetar!
¡Calla infame, has de pagar lo que le has hecho a mi amor!
¡Calla infame, has de pagar lo que le has hecho a mi amor!
Con gran ligereza su dardo tiró
Al conde le dio fuerte en la cabeza
Enseguida con presteza
La noticia se extendió
Por la isla y se silbó
Desde montaña a montaña
Dando cuenta de la hazaña
Que un hombre al conde mató
La condesa se enteró
Por medio de una criada
Gomera muy estimada
Que el silbo pronto entendió
De modo que la enteró
Sin que ellos supieran nada
A Gran Canaria mandó
Con prisa una carabela
Que navegó a toda vela
Con auxilios que pidió
Ella al punto se encerró en la Torre bien trancada
Al momento fue sitiada por multitud de gomeros
Los que se afanaban fieros por ver si la derribaban
¡Qué noches de sufrimiento
De amarguras y de tristezas
Se pasó nuestra condesa
Llorando sin descontento
Vio aproximarse el momento
De la muerte ya cercana!
Se asomaba a la ventana
Por ver si el barco venía
Y con fervor le ofrecía
Oración a Santa Ana
Quiso la Virgen sagrada
Desde lo alto del cielo
Darle un poco de consuelo
A aquélla desconsolada
Un día con la mirada
Divisó las carabelas
Que con viento a toda vela
Venían como una bala
Y así entraron en la cala
Corrían como el que vuela
The Death Of Hernan Peraza
Everything was already plotted
Yballa went out for a walk with his ladies
And when she arrived at the designated Guahedum
The count came to his side
And he approached candidly saying
Pretty flower
If you don't want to love me
I'll have you killed
Without mercy and with pain!
Pedro, who was on the lookout like a beast, came out
Pedro, who was on the lookout like a beast, came out
When the count saw him he unsheathed his sword
When the count saw him he unsheathed his sword
And as he showed it he grabbed her with fury
And as he showed it he grabbed her with fury
He said to him: I am your lord, you have to respect me!
He said to him: I am your lord, you have to respect me!
Shut up, you scoundrel, you must pay for what you have done to my love!
Shut up, you scoundrel, you must pay for what you have done to my love!
With great lightness he threw his dart
The count was hit hard on the head
Immediately with haste
The news spread
Around the island and it was whistled
From mountains to mountains
Reporting the feat
That a man killed the count
The countess found out
Through a maid
Very esteemed Gomera maid
That she soon understood the whistle
So that she found out
Without them knowing anything
She sent to Gran Canaria
Hurriedly a caravel
That sailed at full sail
With the help he asked for
She immediately locked herself in the tightly locked Tower
At that moment it was besieged by a multitude of Gomeros
Who were trying fiercely to see if they could knock it down
What nights of suffering
Of bitterness and sadness
Our countess spent
Crying her discontent
She saw the moment approaching
Of death already near!
She looked out of the window
To see if the ship was coming
And with fervor she offered
Prayer to Saint Anne
The Holy Virgin wanted
From the top of the sky
Give her some comfort
To that disconsolate one
A day with a look
She saw the caravels
That with the wind at full sail
They came like a bullet
And so they entered the cove
They ran like someone who flies