La Martina

Martina was fifteen when she gave me her love
At sixteen, a betrayal was played on me
And they were in the conquest
When the husband arrived
What are you doing Martina, you're not in your color

I've been sitting here
I couldn't sleep
If you have doubts, don't leave me

Whose gun is that
Whose watch is that
Whose horse neighed in my corral

That horse is very much yours, your father sent it to you
So you could go to your younger sister's wedding

Oh poor Martina, she seemed like a loaf of bread
She was as green as a lemon, they caught her red-handed

Why do I need horses if I already have horses
What I want is for you to tell me
Who slept in my bed

No one sleeps in your bed when you're not here
If you doubt me, don't leave me

And he took her by the hand, took her to her parents
Surely here is Martina who played a betrayal on me

Take her, your son-in-law, I give you the church
And if she betrayed you, I'm not to blame

She was raised sly, turned out sly, tricky troublemaker
Poor poor old man

On her knees, he shot her six times
The horse's friend didn't even come back for the saddle