El Piporro — Don Baldomero song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Don Baldomero" by El Piporro.
Lyrics
El baile se celebraba con gran pompa y con esmero
Cuando llegaron las hijas del hombre rico del pueblo
Don Baldomero, como le va, usted primero puede pasar
Le gusta aquí o más allá, donde prefiera se puede sentar
'Gente lambiscona que no falta'
En ese momento entraba tambien un joven vaquero
Llevaba pistola al cinto y arriscado su sombrero
Y ese quien es, pos quien será, pos que va ser
Pos va bailar, a la mas chica la va sacar
Don baldomero se va encabronar…
'mas respeto, pos que están solas las muchachas
O que, o que, vengo a bailar con ea no con usted
Dijo el vaquero y por respeto a esas canas no le pego
Pos pa la juerza de acero, que saca la pistola el viejo
Y la balacera, tumbadero de sillas, gritario de
Mujeres, cuando el humo de las balas se habia discipado
Había desaparecido la muchacha, se la había robao el vaquero'
Cual si fuera leon herido, don baldomero gritaba
Atrapen a ese bandido se llevo mi hijita amada
Siganme gentes aquie presentes, armados todos
Hasta los dientes, al forastero tirenle a dar
Salven a mi hija a como de lugar…
Galope de 100 caballos levantaron polvadera
Delante don baldomero de toda la gente aquella
Cruzando montes, saltando valles, llamando a su hija
Que no responde y solo el eco repite al viejo, ontas
Hijajajajajajajajaja…
'Al fin los encontraron en un desfiladero
Apunten dijo el viejo, en eso la muchacha se interpone entre
Los dos y le dice: apá, mas respeto pal futuro padre
De tus nietos, rompan filas dijo el viejo, los perdono
Pero si el primero es niña los deheredo, si es hijo
Mi nieto toma posicion d emi herencia, pero si acaso
No resulta así, dámele otra oportunidad vaquero'
Así termina el corrido del hombre rico del pueblo
De su hija y de aquel bandido que lo convirtió en abuelo
Tirirurín, tiriruran, tirirurí, tirirurán, tirirurirurirurán
Lyrics translation
The dance was celebrated with great pomp and care
When the Daughters of the rich man of the village arrived
Don Baldomero, as you go, you may first pass
He likes it here or beyond, where he prefers he can sit
'People lambiscona that does not lack'
At that moment a young cowboy also entered
He was wearing a gun to his belt and risked his hat
And that who is, after who will be, after who will be
Pos is going to dance, the girl is going to take her out
Don baldomero is going to get angry…
'more respect, since the girls are alone
Or what, or what, I come to dance with ea not with you
Said the Cowboy and out of respect for those gray-haired I don't hit him
Pos pa the steel spree, who pulls out the gun the old man
And the shooting, reclining chairs, screaming of
Women, when the smoke of bullets had been disciplined
The girl had disappeared, the Cowboy had stolen her.'
Which if leon were wounded, don baldomero would scream
Catch that bandit took my beloved little girl
Follow me people here present, all armed
To the teeth, pull the stranger to give
Save my daughter a como de lugar…
Gallop of 100 horses raised dustpan
In front of don baldomero of all those people
Crossing mountains, jumping valleys, calling his daughter
That does not respond and only the Echo repeats the old, Ont
Hijajajajajajajajajaa…
'At last they found them in a gorge
"Aim," said the old man, " in that the girl stands between
The two and says to him: pa, more respect pal future father
"Of your grandchildren, break ranks," said the old man, " I forgive you."
But if the first is a girl, the deheredo, if it is a son
My grandson takes a position in his inheritance, but if
It doesn't work out like that, give him another chance, cowboy.'
So ends the run of the rich man of the village
Of his daughter and that bandit who made him a grandfather
Tirarurin, tiraruran, tiraruri, tiraruran, tiraruriruran