Contrabando De Juárez - Miguel Y Miguel

Me aprendieron en El Paso

Después de cruzar El Bravo

Me tomaron prisionero cargando mi contrabando

Me preguntaron mi nombre

Y tambien my procedencia

Yo les dije «Soy de Juarez, ahi no piden licencia,»

Me marcaron con el siete, una camisa rallada

Me pusieron prisionero un domingo en la manana

Bonito Juarez querido

Yo desde aquí te deviso

Lastima que aqui en el paso

Tenga cierto compromiso

Son las once de la noche

Oigo música en los bares

Mi querida ya me espera

En una calle de Juárez

Aunque el muro sea de acero

Y yo no cargo las llaves

El dia 7 de febrero

Yo me pasiare en sus calles

Gueritas de ojos azules

No les puedo dar mi mano

Porque me tienen, juiciado el gobierno americano

Es bonito el Rio Bravo

Ya nadie podrá negarlo

Pero el contrabando pesa

Cuando se cruza nadando

They learned me in El Paso

After crossing El Bravo

They took me prisoner carrying my contraband

they asked my name

And also my origin

I told them "I'm from Juarez, they don't ask for a license there,"

They marked me with the seven, a grated shirt

They put me prisoner one Sunday morning

Nice Juarez dear

I will see you from here

It hurts that here in the step

have some commitment

It's eleven at night

I hear music in bars

My dear is already waiting for me

On a street in Juárez

Even if the wall is made of steel

And I don't carry the keys

On February 7

I will spend in its streets

blue-eyed gueritas

I can't give you my hand

Because they have me, on trial the American government

The Rio Bravo is beautiful

No one can deny it anymore

But the contraband weighs

When he swims across