Chalino Sanchez — El Dos Dedos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Dos Dedos" by Chalino Sanchez.
Lyrics
Demetrio era un asaltante del rancho Las Coloradas
Sus guaridas las tenía en el tanque de Santana
Ahí robaba ganado que siempre bajaba al agua
Tenía fama de asesino, era valiente y astuto
Cuando bajaba a los pueblos, a todos causaba susto
Porque tenía la costumbre de matar nomas por gusto
El Tuerto y Juan Mata Burras siempre andaban con Demetrio
Como eran de su confianza sabían muy bien sus secretos
También conocían el campo donde enterraba a los muertos
Tenía una pata de palo, tenía una mano lisiada
Le faltaban los tres dedos, pero con dos disparaba
Era tan bueno tirando que al blanco nunca le erraba
¡Ahí 'tá compa Juanón León!
Caminaba por el monte cuando vio a los federales
Les gritó «aquí está Demetrio, que es hombre de los cabales»
Se agarraron a balazos, matando a veinte rurales
Pero un día que bajó al pueblo iba a ver a su adorada
De una cerca le tiraron, matándolo por la espalda
También murió su caballo perforado por las balas
Así que ya lo mataron, lo tiraron en el monte
Para que se alimentaran los buitres y los coyotes
Que hacían su festín comiendo y aullando toda la noche
Lyrics translation
Demetrio was an assailant at Las Coloradas Ranch.
His dens were in Santana's tank.
There he stole cattle that always went down in the water
He was known as a murderer, he was brave and cunning
When he went down to the villages, he scared everyone.
Because I used to kill nomas for pleasure
The one-eyed and Juan Mata Burras always walked with Demetrius
Because they were trusted, they knew their secrets very well.
They also knew the field where he buried the dead
He had a stick leg, he had a crippled hand
He was missing three fingers, but with two he shot
He was so good at shooting, he never missed the target.
There's compa Juanon Leon!
He was walking up the mountain when he saw the feds
He shouted to them, " here is Demetrius, who is a man of the cabals»
They clung to bullets, killing twenty rural
But one day he went down to the village to see his beloved
From a fence they threw him, killing him from behind
Also died his horse pierced by bullets
So they already killed him, threw him into the mountain
To feed vultures and coyotes
They made their feast eating and howling all night