Simón Blanco - Ana Gabriel

Simón Blanco - Ana Gabriel

  • Year of release: 2004
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 3:10

Below is the lyrics of the song Simón Blanco , artist - Ana Gabriel with translation

Lyrics " Simón Blanco "

Original text with translation

Simón Blanco

Ana Gabriel

Original text

Voy a cantar un corrido

Sin agravio y sin disgusto

Lo que sucedió en Tres Palos

Municipio de Acapulco.

Mataron a Simón Blanco

Mas grave fue su resulto

Su madre se lo decía

Simón no vallas al baile

Y Simón le contesto

Madre no seas tan cobarde

Para que cuidarse tanto

De una ves lo que sea tarde

Y No te rajes compadre!

Cuando Simón llegó al baile

Se dirigió a la reunión

Toditos los saludaron

Como era hombre de honor

Se dijeron los Martínez

Calló en las redes del león

Como a las tres de la tarde

Dio principio la cuestión

Cuando con pistola en mano

Andrés Bailon lo cazó

Onesimo su compadre

Vilmente lo asesino.

A los primeros balazos

Simón habló con violencia

Andrés dame mi pistola

No ves que estoy sin defensa

Quiso cazar a Martínez

Le falló la resistencia.

Como a los tres días de muerto

Los Martínez fallecieron

Decían en su novenario

Que eso encerraba un misterio

Porque al matar aun compadre

Era ofender al eterno.

Mataron a Simón Blanco

Que era un gallito de braga

Era un gallito muy fino

Que el gobierno respetaba

El con su 30 en la mano

Simón Blanco se llamaba

Song translation

I'm going to sing a corrido

Without offense and without disgust

What happened in Tres Palos

Municipality of Acapulco.

They killed Simon Blanco

More serious was its result

His mother told him about him

Simon don't go to the dance

And Simon answered

Mother don't be such a coward

Why take care of yourself so much?

At once whatever is late

And don't back down compadre!

When Simon came to the dance

He headed to the meeting

everyone greeted them

As he was a man of honor

The Martinezes said

He fell in the nets of the lion

Like at three in the afternoon

started the issue

When with a gun in hand

Andrés Bailon hunted him

Onesimus his compadre

Vilely I murder him.

At the first shots

Simon spoke violently

Andrew give me my gun

Can't you see I'm defenseless

He wanted to hunt Martínez

His resistance failed him.

About three days after death

The Martinezes passed away.

They said in their novena

That it contained a mystery

Because by killing even compadre

It was offending the eternal.

They killed Simon Blanco

That he was a braga rooster

He was a very fine rooster

That the government respected

He with his 30 in hand

Simon White was called

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