Juan Martha

Juan Martha

Juan Martha

They said he carried the devilDesian que cargaba el diablo
lies, he didn't carry anythingmentiras no traiva nada
what he carried on his waistlo que traiva en su cintura
was a pistolera una pistola escuadra

He stole and killed peoplerobaba y matava a gente
because that's how he had funporque haci se divertia
his head had a pricesu cavesa tenia precio
fifteen thousand pesos it was worthquincemil pesos valia

Juan Martha was bravejuan martha era guerrido
and feared by the governmenty temido del govierno
the rural police feared himlos rurales le temian
as if he were poisoncomo si fuera veneno

His dear mother cryingsu madresita llorando
crying and sayingllorava y se los decia
if they set my son freesi me dieran libre a mi hijo
I would give fifteen thousand pesosquincemil pesos daria

Don't cry anymore, dear motherya no llores madresita
don't offer them anythingya no les ofrescas nada
because when that little hill arrivesque llegando aquel serrito
I'll laugh at the policeyo me rio de la acordada

Don't cry anymore, dear motherya no llores madrecita
don't torment meno me estes atormentando
because of a hundred lives I oweque de cien vidas que devo
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 will take your lifete van a quitar la vida
may it be for the love of Godsea por el amor de dios

With this I bid you farewellya con esta me despido
but I leave you a letterpero les dejo una carta
to keep tellingpara que sigan contando
the ballad of Juan Marthael corrido de Juan Martha