Los Lobos — Carabina .30-30 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Carabina .30-30" by Los Lobos.
Lyrics
Carabina 30−30
Que los rebeldes portaban
Y Decian los maderistas
Que con ella no mataban
Carabina 30−30
Que los rebeldes portaban
Y Decian los maderistas
Que con ella no mataban
Con mi 30−30
Me voy a marchar
A engrosar las filas de la rebelion
Si mi sangre piden, me sangre les doy
Por los habitantes de nuestra nacion
Gritaba Francisco Villa:
Donde de hallas, aguemedo?
Te quiero ver a frente a frente
Tu que nunca tienes miedo
Gritaba Francisco Villa:
Donde de hallas, aguemedo?
Te quiero ver a frente a frente
Tu que nunca tienes miedo
Con mi 30−30
Me voy a marchar
A engrosar las filas de la rebelion
Si mi sangre piden, me sangre les doy
Por los habitantes de nuestra nacion
Ya nos vamos pa’Chihuahua
Ya se va tu negro santo
Si me quebra alguna bala
Ve a llorarme al camposanto
Ya nos vamos pa’Chihuahua
Ya se va tu negro santo
Si me quebra alguna bala
Ve a llorarme al camposanto
Con mi 30−30
Me voy a marchar
A engrosar las filas de la rebelion
Si mi sangre piden, me sangre les doy
Por los habitantes de nuestra nacion
Lyrics translation
Carbine 30-30
That the rebels carried
And said the woodworkers
That with her they didn't kill
Carbine 30-30
That the rebels carried
And said the woodworkers
That with her they didn't kill
With mi 30-30
I'm leaving.
To thicken the ranks of rebellion
If my blood asks, I give blood to them
For the inhabitants of our nation
Francisco Villa Shouted:
Where Are you, aguemedo?
I want to see you face to face
You who are never afraid
Francisco Villa Shouted:
Where Are you, aguemedo?
I want to see you face to face
You who are never afraid
With mi 30-30
I'm leaving.
To thicken the ranks of rebellion
If my blood asks, I give blood to them
For the inhabitants of our nation
We're leaving PA'chihuahua.
Your holy nigger's gone.
If I break a bullet
Go cry to me at the camposanto
We're leaving PA'chihuahua.
Your holy nigger's gone.
If I break a bullet
Go cry to me at the camposanto
With mi 30-30
I'm leaving.
To thicken the ranks of rebellion
If my blood asks, I give blood to them
For the inhabitants of our nation