Lyrics of Juan Gonzalez - Rubén Blades, Pete Rodríguez and His Orchestra

Juan Gonzalez (original)

A historia que van ah escuchar a continuación
Esta basada en hechos ficticios
Cualquier parecido o semejanza con personas
Vivas o muertas es pura coincidencia
La patrulla a llegado al pueblo con la noticia
Que acabaron con Juan Gonzalez el guerrillero
Que por fin el león de sierra reposa muerto
La guerrilla murió con el grita un sargento
En la cañada del muerto fue la emboscada cogieron
A la guerrilla hambrienta y cansada ayy
En un bohío monte adentro se escucha el llanto
De una mujer con un niño que esta en pañales
Con ella lloran también los pobres del mundo
Los campos lloran la muerte de Juan Gonzalez
La Sierra viste de luto Mataron a Juan Gonzalez
Se han secado los riachuelos no florecen los rosales
La Sierra viste de luto Mataron a Juan Gonzalez

(translation)

A story that you are going to listen to next
It is based on fictional events
Any resemblance or resemblance to people
Alive or dead it's pure coincidence
The patrol has arrived in town with the news
That they finished with Juan Gonzalez the guerrilla
That at last the mountain lion rests dead
The guerrilla died with the shouts of a sergeant
In the canyon of the dead was the ambush they took
To the hungry and tired guerrilla ayy
In a hut in the mountains you can hear the crying
Of a woman with a child who is in diapers
With her also the poor of the world cry
The fields mourn the death of Juan Gonzalez
The Sierra dressed in mourning They killed Juan Gonzalez
The streams have dried up, the rosebushes are not blooming
The Sierra dressed in mourning They killed Juan Gonzalez