Romance in Durango
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sunDust on my face and my cape,Me and Magdalena on the runI think this time we shall escape.
Sold my guitar to the baker's sonFor a few crumbs and a place to hide,But I can get another oneAnd I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.
No llores, mi queridaDios nos vigilaSoon the horse will take us to Durango.Agarrame, mi vidaSoon the desert will be goneSoon you will be dancing the fandango.
Past the Aztec ruinsand the ghosts of our peopleHoofbeatslike castanets on stone.At night I dreamof bells in the village steepleThen I see the bloody face of Ramon.
Was it me that shot him down in the cantinaWas it my hand that held the gun?Come, let us fly, my MagdalenaThe dogs are barking and what's done is done.
No llores, mi queridaDios nos vigilaSoon the horse will take us to Durango.Agarrame, mi vidaSoon the desert will be goneSoon you will be dancing the fandango.
At the corrida we'll sit in the shadeAnd watch the young torero stand alone.We'll drink tequilawhere our grandfathers stayedWhen they rode with Villa into Torreon.
Then the padre will recite the prayers of oldIn the little church this side of town.I will wear new boots and an earring of goldYou'll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown.
The way is long but the end is nearAlready the fiesta has begun.The face of God will appearWith His serpent eyes of obsidian.
No llores, mi queridaDios nos vigilaSoon the horse will take us to Durango.Agarrame, mi vidaSoon the desert will be goneSoon you will be dancing the fandango.
Was that the thunder that I heard?My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp painCome sit by me, don't say a wordOh, can it be that I am slain?
Quick, Magdalena, take my gunLook up in the hills, that flash of light.Aim well my little oneWe may not make it through the night.