Pistolero (Spanish Version)

I tell you the story of a brave man
Who sweeps the grass, just by passing by
Cunning and smiling, he managed to stand out
No matter how many he faces to fight

The law of the revolver is his religion
The crosses are marks of those he killed
His life is full of blood and pain
Of lead and whiskey he dresses in his honor

Oh, Gunslinger
It never matters where you go
Always fleeing from Mexico
Vengeance behind

Oh, Gunslinger
The destiny is marching
And your men here and there
You won't be able to rest

It is said that one day leaving the town
He hears a voice and enters the saloon
He finds a girl who was singing
Drunken cowboys didn't hear her voice

A shot in the air silences the place
They stay quiet and have to listen
Their eyes met without more
And that girl could never forget him

Oh, Gunslinger
It never matters where you go
Always fleeing from Mexico
Vengeance behind

Oh, Gunslinger
The destiny is marching
And your men here and there
You won't be able to rest

Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
Gunsling-, Gunslinger
Such a precise shot
You have the heart captive

Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
Gunsling-, Gunslinger
Such a precise shot
Love was faster

And when at the end this story begins
A precise shot and he never wrote it
It was right in the center of their hearts
And they say that's when his life changed

Her shadow was her, her voice, her reason
He was no longer alone, he had love
He has become of them, an endless legion
And he was a Gunslinger with a big heart

Oh, Gunslinger
It never matters where you go
Always fleeing from Mexico
Vengeance behind

Oh, Gunslinger
The destiny is marching
And your men here and there
You won't be able to rest

Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
Gunsling-, Gunslinger
Such a precise shot
You have the heart captive

Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
Gunsling-, Gunslinger
Such a precise shot
Love was faster