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A Mother's Revenge

Vaqueros Musical

La Venganza de Una Madre

En los pasillos de los despachos penales,
Una mujer se encuentra destrozada,
Mas de tres dias sin comer desesperada,
Brillan sus ojos,
Hay odio en su mirada

Pues le cambiaron del archivo los papeles,
Por un delito que su hijo no ha cometido,
Y los terrenos ganado,y la cosecha,
La pobre madre,todito habia vendido

Pasan los años,
Cae la cortina del tiempo,
Y la traicion parece se ha olvidado,
Alla en el rancho,una pobre madre llora,
Jura vengarse de un corrupto licenciado

Bajo a caballo,y en la casa mas preciada,
Ahi se detuvo y espero la madrugada,
Toditos duermen,no sospechaban nada,
Y su hijo preso menos lo imaginaban

Eran las doce y la luna apenas sale,
Ahora en su luz,aquella pobre madre,
Lleva en su mano empuñando una daga,
Con mano al cuello arrastra a aquel canalla

Al pie del cerro y en el árbol mas frondoso,
El se presto para la ansiada venganza,
Se hizo justicia ella por su propia mano,
Porque las leyes no resolvieron nada

A Mother's Revenge

In the hallways of the criminal offices,
A woman is shattered,
More than three days without eating desperate,
Her eyes shine,
There's hatred in her gaze

They changed the files in the archive for her,
For a crime her son didn't commit,
And the lands won, and the harvest,
The poor mother had sold everything

Years go by,
The curtain of time falls,
And the betrayal seems to have been forgotten,
There on the ranch, a poor mother cries,
Swears to avenge a corrupt lawyer

Riding on horseback, to the most precious house,
There she stopped and waited for dawn,
Everyone sleeps, they suspected nothing,
And her imprisoned son least expected it

It was midnight and the moon was barely rising,
Now in its light, that poor mother,
Holds a dagger in her hand,
With a hand on his neck, she drags that scoundrel

At the foot of the hill and in the lushest tree,
He offered himself for the long-awaited revenge,
She served justice by her own hand,
Because the laws resolved nothing

Escrita por: Carlos Coral