Vicente Fernandez — Corrido de Juan Armenta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Corrido de Juan Armenta" by Vicente Fernandez.
Lyrics
Voy a cantarles un corrido a los presentes,
Que le compuse a Juan Armenta allá en los llanos
Fue pistolero y tuvo fama de valiente
Y de un balazo lo mato su medio hermano,
El provoco y apresuro aquel incidente
Para arrancarse de su pecho un desengaño
Juan quiso hacer de su cuñada su querencia
Porque pensó que aquella dama lo deseaba
Pero tan solo lo trataba con decencia,
Porque a su esposo lo quería y lo respetaba
Y sin pensar y sin medir las consecuencias
En un arranque de locura la raptaba
Ya habían llegado a la cabaña abandonada
Ella llevaba su vestido hecho pedazos
Una mujer que había nacido pa' ser honrada
No tiene miedo ni al puñal, ni a los balazos
A su cuñado se lo decía y se lo gritaba
Primero muerta que caer entre tus brazos
Juan era un hombre acostumbrado a las batallas
De los Armenta fue solo un hijo bastardo
Planeo su muerte para ya no ser canalla
Al darse cuenta que su acción fue de un villano
Vacío el revolver y arrojo todas las balas
Y así espero hasta la llegada de su hermano
Llega de pronto a la cabaña el ofendido
Juan saca el arma provocando la pelea
Luego se escucha detonar un solo tiro
Y un cuerpo cae para reunirse con la tierra
Y aquí termino de cantar este corrido
Que llevo siempre por montañas y praderas
Lyrics translation
I'm going to sing a corrido to those present,
That I wrote to Juan Armenta back in Los llanos
He was a gunslinger and had a reputation for being brave
And his half-brother shot him.,
He provoked and hastened that incident
To tear himself from his chest a disillusionment
John wanted to make his sister-in-law his love
Because he thought that lady wanted it.
But I only treated him with decency,
Because she loved and respected her husband.
And without thinking and without measuring the consequences
In a start of madness he kidnapped her
They had already reached the abandoned cabin
She was wearing her dress torn to pieces
A woman who was born to be honest
He's not afraid of the dagger or the bullets.
His brother-in-law would say it and shout it out
First dead than falling into your arms
John was a man accustomed to battles
Of The Armenta was only a bastard son
I plan his death to stop being a scoundrel
Realizing that his action was from a villain
Empty the revolver and throw all the bullets
And so I wait until the arrival of his brother
The offended man suddenly arrives at the hut
Juan pulls out the gun causing the fight
Then you hear a single shot go off
And a body falls to meet the Earth
And here I finish singing this corrido
That I always carry through mountains and Meadows