Translation of the song lyrics Carabina 30-30 - Los Lobos

Carabina 30-30 (original)

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

Carabina 30-30 (translation)

Carbine 30−30
That the rebels carried
And the Maderistas said
That with her they did not kill
Carbine 30−30
That the rebels carried
And the Maderistas said
That with her they did not kill
With my 30−30
I'm going to leave
To join the ranks of the rebellion
If they ask for my blood, I give them my blood
For the people 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 my 30−30
I'm going to leave
To join the ranks of the rebellion
If they ask for my blood, I give them my blood
For the people of our nation
We're leaving for Chihuahua
Your black saint is gone
If any bullet breaks me
Go cry to me at the cemetery
We're leaving for Chihuahua
Your black saint is gone
If any bullet breaks me
Go cry to me at the cemetery
With my 30−30
I'm going to leave
To join the ranks of the rebellion
If they ask for my blood, I give them my blood
For the people of our nation