La Martina

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

Here I've been sitting
I couldn't sleep
If you distrust me, 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 breadfruit, she was as green as a lime
They caught her red-handed, oh

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 distrust me, don't leave me

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

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 never returned for the saddle