Un domingo por la tarde
Ai pasar por la Alameda,
Hataron a Feliclano
Elhljo de Villanueva.
No lo mataron peleando
Ni tampoco por detras,
Lo mataron por valiente
El hljo de Nlcolas
Sus hermanos le lloraban
su madre con mas razon,
De ver a su hljo tendido
Traspasado el corazon.
Fueron a traer al Padre
A ver si se confesaba,
No se pudo confesar
Porque la sangre le ahogaba.
!Que se clerran las igleslas!
!Y que abren los conventos!
!El hljo de Villanueva
No alcanzo ni sacramentos!
Ya con esto me despido
Y aqul se acaban cautaudo
Con mi sombrero en la mano
Los versos de Feliciano |
One Sunday
morning
As he was walking In the Park,
They killed Fel iciano
The son of Villanueva
They didn't kill him fighting
Nor treacherously from behind,
They killed him as a brave
man
The son of Nicolas
His brothers mouned him/
His mother with more reason,
For she saw her son stretched
out
Stabbed In the heart.
They fetched the priest
To see if he could confess,
But he couldn't take absolution
Because his blood drowned
him.
Close the churches!
Open the convents!
The son of Villanueva
Didn't even receive the sacraments!
Now I say goodbye
With my hat in my hand
And here is the end
Of the song about Feliciano. |