Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gabino Barrera, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: Spanish
Gabino Barrera(original) |
Gabino Barrera no entendía razones |
andando en la borrachera |
cargaba pistola con seis cargadores |
le daba gusto a cualquiera. |
Usaba el bigote en cuadro abultado |
su paño al cuello enredado |
calzones de mata, chamarra de cuero |
traía punteado el sombrero. |
Sus pies 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. |
(Y arriba zapata hijos de Pacho Villa) |
Era alto, bien dado, muy ancho de espadas |
su rostro mal encachado |
su negra mirada un aire le daba |
al buitre de la montaña. |
Gabino Barrera dejaba mujeres |
con hijos por donde quiera |
por eso en los pueblos donde se paseaba |
se la tenían sentenciada. |
Recuerdo la noche que lo asesinaron |
venía de ver a su amada |
dieciocho descargas de Máuser 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. |
(translation) |
Gabino Barrera did not understand reasons |
walking drunk |
he carried a pistol with six clips |
he pleased anyone. |
He wore the mustache in a bulky box |
his cloth around his neck entangled |
calzones de mata, leather jacket |
he had a pointed hat. |
His peasant feet wore huaraches |
and sometimes to the root he walked |
but he liked to pay the mariachis |
the silver did not matter to him. |
With a bottle of cane in hand |
he shouted Long live Zapata! |
because the Suriano Indian was a rancher |
he was the son of a good bush. |
(And above Zapata sons of Pacho Villa) |
He was tall, well given, very wide of swords |
his face of him badly hooked |
her black gaze gave him an air |
to the mountain vulture. |
Gabino Barrera left women |
with children wherever he wants |
That's why in the towns where he walked |
they had her sentenced. |
I remember the night he was murdered |
he came to see his beloved |
eighteen Mauser volleys sounded |
without giving him any time. |
Gabino Barrera died as they die |
men who are panties |
for a brunette he lost how they lose |
the roosters in the covered ones. |