Lyrics of Gabino Barrera - Vicente Fernandez, ANTONIO AGUILAR

Gabino Barrera (original)

Gabino Barrera, no entendía razones, andando en la borrachera
Cargaba pistola, con 6 cargadores, le daba gusto a cualquiera
Usaba el bigote, en cuadro abultado, con paño al cuello enredado
Calzones de mata, chamarra de cuero, traía punteado el sombrero
Sus pies campesinos, usaban guaraches, 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
Era alto y bien dado, muy ancho de espaldas, su rosto mal encanchado
Su negra mirada, un aire le daba, al buitre de las montañas
Gabino Barrera, dejaba mujeres, con hijos, por donde andaba
Por eso en los pueblos, donde se paseaba, se la tenían sentenciada
Recuerdo la noche que lo asesinaron, venia de ver a su amada
18 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 6 chargers, he pleased anyone
He wore a mustache, in a bulky frame, with a tangled cloth around his neck
Mata panties, leather jacket, had a dotted hat
His peasant feet used guaraches, and sometimes because of him he walked
But he liked to pay for the mariachis, the money did not matter to him
With a bottle of cane in his hand, he shouted "Viva Zapata"
Because he was a rancher, the Suriano Indian, he was the son of a good bush
He was tall and well-built, very broad-shouldered, his face
Her black look at him, an air gave him, the vulture of the mountains
Gabino Barrera, he left women, with children, wherever he went
That's why in the towns, where he walked, they had her sentenced
I remember the night he was murdered, he was coming to see his beloved
18 Mauser discharges sounded, without giving him time for anything
Gabino Barrera died as they die, the men who are bragados
For a brunette, he lost like they lose, the cocks in the coats