open mic semana#107 la tragedia del vaquero ( cover )

Casi sonaban las doce,
cuando llego aquel vaquero,
desensillo su caballo,
y se quito su sombrero.
Venia a pasarse la noche,
con la mas linda del pueblo.

Estaban recien casados,
salio a trabajar tres dias,
bajo ardiendo en deseos,
por la mujer que el queria,
la muerte andaba rondando
y nadie la presentia.

Estaba lloviendo fuerte,
con el goteo se arrullaban,
porque no se percataron
cuando el vaquero llegaba,
un relampago alumbro
a dos cuerpos en la cama,
el odio sego su mente,
con rabia les apuntaba,
se olleron debolaciones
hasta acabarse las balas,
queria cobrarse la ofensa,
eso era lo que el pensaba.

Cuando descubrio los cuerpos,
quiso morir de tristeza.
primero abrazo a su esposa, despues a su madre muerta.
la tempestad de la noche, les regalo una sorpresa.

Su madre por la distancia, muy poco los visitaba.
Y se sentia temerosa si el cielo relampagueaba,
por eso durmieron juntas, por sentirse acompanadas.

Despues que las enterraron,
se oyo un disparo a lo lejos,
se presentia la tragedia
por los acontecimientos,
en donde se oyo un disparo,
estaba el vaquero muerto.

They were newlyweds,
went to work three days,
low burning in desires,
for the woman he loved,
death was hanging around
and nobody sensed it.

It was raining hard,
with the drip they cooed,
because they did not notice
when the cowboy arrived,
a lightning light
two bodies in bed,
hatred sego your mind,
with rage I pointed to them,
they groomed themselves
until the bullets are finished,
I wanted to charge for the offense,
that's what he thought.

When he discovered the bodies,
He wanted to die of sadness.
First he hugged his wife, then his dead mother.
the tempest of the night, I give you a surprise.

His mother by distance, very little visited them.
And she felt afraid if the sky was flashing,
That's why they slept together, for being accompanied.

After they were buried,
there was a shot in the distance,
the tragedy was felt
by events,
where you heard a shot,
There was the dead cowboy.