Corrido de Cananea Songtext
von Linda Ronstadt
Corrido de Cananea Songtext
Voy a dar un pormenor
De lo que a mã me ha pasado,
Que me han agarrado preso
Siendo un galla tan jugado.
Yo me fui para agua prieta
Y a las once de la noche
Me aprehendiã³ la policia.
Me aprehendieron los gendarmes
Al estilo americano,
Como un hombre de delito,
Todos con pistola en mano.
La cã¡rcel de cananea
Estã¡ situada en una mesa
Y en ella fui procesado
Por causa de mi torpeza.
Despedida no la doy
Porque no la traigo aquã
Se la deje al santo niño
Y al señor de mapimi.
Ballad of cananea
I′m going to detail
What happened to me,
That they have taken me prisoner
Being a well played rooster.
(Even though i've been around and
Should have known better.)
I went to agua prieta
To see if i had a reputation there
And at 11: 00 at night
The police apprehended me.
They arrested me
In the american style,
As though i were a criminal
All of them with pistol in hand.
The jail of cananea
Is situated on a plateau
And in it i was processed
On account of my stupidity.
I give you no farewell
For i don′t have it with me
Leave it to the holy child
And to the lord of mapimi.
De lo que a mã me ha pasado,
Que me han agarrado preso
Siendo un galla tan jugado.
Yo me fui para agua prieta
Y a las once de la noche
Me aprehendiã³ la policia.
Me aprehendieron los gendarmes
Al estilo americano,
Como un hombre de delito,
Todos con pistola en mano.
La cã¡rcel de cananea
Estã¡ situada en una mesa
Y en ella fui procesado
Por causa de mi torpeza.
Despedida no la doy
Porque no la traigo aquã
Se la deje al santo niño
Y al señor de mapimi.
Ballad of cananea
I′m going to detail
What happened to me,
That they have taken me prisoner
Being a well played rooster.
(Even though i've been around and
Should have known better.)
I went to agua prieta
To see if i had a reputation there
And at 11: 00 at night
The police apprehended me.
They arrested me
In the american style,
As though i were a criminal
All of them with pistol in hand.
The jail of cananea
Is situated on a plateau
And in it i was processed
On account of my stupidity.
I give you no farewell
For i don′t have it with me
Leave it to the holy child
And to the lord of mapimi.
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