La Martina

Martina was fifteen years old
When his love gave me away
At sixteen years old
A betrayal played on me

And they were in the conquest
When the husband arrived
What are you doing Martina?
You're not in your color?

Here I have been sitting
I haven't been able to sleep
If you have distrust of me
Don't leave me

Whose gun is that?
Whose watch is that?
Whose horse is that?
What neighed in the corral?

That horse is very much yours
Your dad sent it to you
So you could go to the wedding
From your younger sister

Why do I want horses?
If I have horses
What I want is for you to tell me
Who slept in my bed?

Nobody sleeps in your bed
When you are not here
If you distrust me
Don't leave me

And he took her by the hand
He took her to her parents
In-laws, Martina is here
That a betrayal played on me

Take it, my son-in-law
The church gave it to you
And if he has betrayed you
It's not my fault

Kneeling
He only shot him six times
The horse's friend
He didn't even go back to the chair