Juan Martha
Desian que cargaba el diablo
mentiras no traiva nada
lo que traiva en su cintura
era una pistola escuadra
robaba y matava a gente
porque haci se divertia
su cavesa tenia precio
quincemil pesos valia
juan martha era guerrido
y temido del govierno
los rurales le temian
como si fuera veneno
su madresita llorando
llorava y se los decia
si me dieran libre a mi hijo
quincemil pesos daria
ya no llores madresita
ya no les ofrescas nada
que llegando aquel serrito
yo me rio de la acordada
ya no llores madrecita
no me estes atormentando
que de cien vidas que devo
con una la estoy pagando
esta noche con la luna
y mañana con el sol
te van a quitar la vida
sea por el amor de dios
ya con esta me despido
pero les dejo una carta
para que sigan contando
el corrido de Juan Martha
Juan Martha
They said he carried the devil
lies, he didn't carry anything
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
Juan Martha was brave
and feared by the government
the rural police feared him
as if he were poison
His dear mother crying
crying and saying
if they set my son free
I would give fifteen thousand pesos
Don't cry anymore, dear mother
don't offer them anything
because when that little hill arrives
I'll laugh at the police
Don't cry anymore, dear mother
don't torment me
because of a hundred lives I owe
I'm paying with one
Tonight with the moon
and tomorrow with the sun
they will take your life
may it be for the love of God
With this I bid you farewell
but I leave you a letter
to keep telling
the ballad of Juan Martha