Antonio Aguilar — Gabino Barrera song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Gabino Barrera" by Antonio Aguilar.
Lyrics
Gabino Barrera no entendía razones andando en la borrachera
Usaba pistolas con séis cargadoras le daba gusto a cualquiera
Usaba el bigote en cuadro abultado, su paño al cuello enredado
Calzones de manta, chamarra de cuero, traía punteado el sombrero
Sus piés campesinos usaban huaraches y a veces a raíz andaba
Pero le gustaba pagar los mariachis la plata no le importaba
Con una botella de caña en la mano gritaba «Viva Zapata!»
Porque era ranchero el indio suriano, era hijo de buena mata
Era alto y bién dado, muy ancho de espaldas, su rostro mal encachado
Su negra mirada un aire le daba al buitre de las montañas
Gabino Barrera dejaba mujeres con hijos por dondequiera
Por éso en los pueblos donde se paseaba se la tenian sentenciada
Recuerdo una noche que lo asesinaron, venía de ver a su amada
Dieciócho descargas de mauser sonaron sin darle tiempo de nada
Gabino Barrera murió como mueren, los hombres que son bragados
Por una morena perdió como pierden los gallos en los tapados
Lyrics translation
Gabino Barrera did not understand reasons walking on drunkenness
He used guns with six loaders. he liked anybody.
He wore his mustache in a big box, his cloth around his neck tangled
Blanket breeches, leather jacket, dotted hat
His peasant feet wore huaraches and sometimes walked at the root
But he liked to pay the mariachis.
With a cane bottle in his hand he shouted " Viva Zapata!»
Because he was a rancher the Surian Indian, he was the son of buena mata
He was tall and well given, very broad with his back, his face badly encased
His black gaze gave an air to the Vulture of the mountains
Gabino Barrera left women with children everywhere
That's why in the villages where she walked she was sentenced
I remember one night he was murdered, he came to see his beloved
Eighteen downloads of mauser sounded without giving him time of anything
Gabino Barrera died as they die, men who are bragados
For a brunette lost as they lose cocks in the covers