Simón Blanco - Chavela Vargas

Voy a cantar un corrido

Sin agravio y sin disgusto…

Lo que sucedió en Tres Palos

Municipio de Acapulco;

Mataron a Simón Blanco

Más grande fue su resulto

Su mama se lo decía:

-«Simón no vayas al baile»

Y Simón le contestó:

-«mama no seas tan cobarde

Para qué cuidarse tanto

De una vez lo que sea tarde»

Cuando Simón llegó al baile

Se derigió a la reunión

Toditos le saludaron

Como era hombre de honor

Se dijeron los Martínez:

«cayó en las redes el león»

Como a las tres de la tarde

Dio principio a la cuestión

Cuando con pistola en mano

Andrés Vailo lo cazó

Onésimo, su compadre

Vilmente lo asesinó

A los primeros balazos

Simón habló con violencia:

-«¡Andrés dame mi pistola

No ves que esa es mi defensa!»

Quiso cazar a Martínez

Le falló la resitencia

Como a los tres días de muerto

Los Martínez fallecieron

Decían en su novenario

Que eso encerraba un misterio

Porque matar a un compadre

Era ofender al eterno

Y mataron a Simón Blanco

Que era un gallito de traba

Era un gallito muy fino

Que el gobierno respetaba;

Él con su 30 en la mano

Simón Blanco se llamaba

I'm going to sing a corrido

Without offense and without disgust...

What happened in Tres Palos

Municipality of Acapulco;

They killed Simon Blanco

Greater was his result

His mother told him:

-"Simon don't go to the dance"

And Simon answered him:

-"Mom, don't be such a coward.

Why care so much?

Once and for all it is late»

When Simon came to the dance

He headed to the meeting

They all greeted him

As he was a man of honor

The Martinezes said to each other:

“the lion fell into the nets”

Like at three in the afternoon

He started the question

When with a gun in hand

Andrés Vailo hunted him

Onesimus, his compadre

Vilely murdered him

At the first shots

Simon spoke violently:

-«Andrés, give me my gun!

Can't you see that's my defense!"

He wanted to hunt Martínez

resistance failed him

About three days after death

The Martinezes passed away.

They said in their novena

That it contained a mystery

Why kill a compadre

It was to offend the eternal

And they killed Simón Blanco

That he was a working rooster

He was a very fine rooster

That the government respected;

He with his 30 of him in hand

Simon White was called