Translation of the song lyrics El Corrido Del Dr. Fonseca - Los Tigres Del Norte

El Corrido Del Dr. Fonseca (original)

Soplaban vientos del norte, del rumbo de Sinaloa
A Don Antonio Fonseca se le acercaba la hora
(También venían en la lista una hermana y su señora)
Dijo el doctor a su esposa: quiero llevarte a cenar
Estamos recién casados, la vida hay que disfrutar
(No sabían que de esa cena ya no iban a regresar)
Discutió con un mesero que una patrulla llamo
Eso es lo que yo no entiendo, llego una concentración
(Tal vez una coincidencia, tal vez una ejecución)
(Grita su esposa Dorita: no tiren que vienen damas
Aquella voz suplicante se apago con las metrallas
En unos cuantos segundos la iba a seguir su cuñada)
Le dijo el doctor al pollo: debes usar la metralla
No vez que estamos sitiados, hay que morir en la raya
(El pollo no reacciono y lo tumbaron las balas)
Cerca de 300 balas tenia su carro blindado
Pero ninguna pasó, trabajo garantizado
(Pero al salir por su esposa las balas lo acribillaron)
Allá por el mes de Julio le habían matado un hermano
El mato 2 policías, seguro querían vengarlos
(Su cuerno se le trabo y así lograron matarlo)
(Dijeron que eran bandidos por eso lo remataron
Le robaron sus alhajas y dinero americano
El dinero es lo de menos porque van a seguir bastos
(Gracias a Felipe por esta letra)

El Corrido Del Dr. Fonseca (translation)

Winds blew from the north, from the course of Sinaloa
Don Antonio Fonseca's time was drawing near
(A sister and her wife were also on the list)
The doctor told his wife about him: I want to take you to dinner
We are newlyweds, life must be enjoyed
(They did not know that they were not going to return from that dinner)
He argued with a waiter that a patrol called
That's what I don't understand, a concentration came
(Maybe a coincidence, maybe an execution)
(His wife yells at him, Dorita: don't think, ladies are coming.
That pleading voice was extinguished by the shrapnel
In a few seconds she was going to be followed by her sister-in-law)
The doctor said to the chicken: you must use the shrapnel
No time we are besieged, we have to die on the line
(The chicken did not react and was knocked down by the bullets)
About 300 bullets had his armored car
But none passed, guaranteed job
(But when he left for his wife, the bullets riddled him)
Back in July they had killed a brother
He killed 2 policemen, surely they wanted to avenge them
(His horn got stuck and so they managed to kill him)
(They said they were bandits that's why they finished him off
They stole her jewelry and American money
The money is the least of it because they are going to continue to be coarse
(Thanks to Felipe for these lyrics)