Juan Martha

La Arrolladora Banda El Limón De René Camacho

Juan Martha

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Decían que cargaba el diablo
Mentiras, no traía nada
Lo que traiba en su cintura
Era una pistola escuadra

Robaba y mataba gente
Porque así se divertía
Su cabeza tenía precio
Quince mil pesos valía

Juan Martha era aguerrido
Y temido del gobierno
Los rurales le temían
Como si fuera veneno

Su madrecita lloraba
Lloraba y se lo decía
Si me dieran libre a mi hijo
Quince mil pesos daría

Ya no llores, madrecita
Ya no les ofrezcas nada
Que llegando a aquel cerrito
Yo me rio de la acordada

Ya no llores, madrecita
No me estés atormentando
Que de cien vidas que debo
Con una, la estoy pagando

Esta noche, con la luna
Y mañana, con el sol
Me van a quitar la vida
Sea por el amor de Dios

Ya con esta me despido
Pero les dejo una carta
Para que sigan cantando
El corrido de Juan Martha

They said he carried the devil
Lies, he carried nothing
What he had on his belt
Was a semi-automatic pistol

He robbed and killed people
Because that's how he had fun
His head had a price
Fifteen thousand pesos it was worth

Juan Martha was fierce
And feared by the government
The rural police feared him
As if he were poison

His dear mother cried
Cried and told him
If they freed my son
I would give fifteen thousand pesos

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't offer them anything
When I reach that little hill
I'll laugh at the agreement

Don't cry anymore, dear mother
Don't torment me
Of the hundred lives I owe
With one, I’m paying

Tonight, with the moon
And tomorrow, with the sun
They will take my life
Be it for the love of God

With this I say goodbye
But I leave you a letter
So you can keep singing
The ballad of Juan Martha

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