Dschinghis Khan - Pistolero - Sözleri

The boy was asleep in his parents' cabana 

He woke to the thunder of guns in the night 

And there in the dark he saw three Mexicanos 

His father was shouting, "Boy run for your life!" 

He prayed and he wept at the sight that he saw 

His mama and papa lay dead on the floor 

They laughed as he ran and they rode on their way 

But how will it be if they see him today 

 

Oh, Pistolero 

Like an angel of death, you go 

Desperado from Mexico 

Never more will he run 

Oh, Pistolero 

Riding up through the wind and rain 

With revenge burning in your brain 

And your hand on your gun 

 

A quiet little village was just south of Reno 

Where someone had told him he might find the men 

And there in the stairway, they're guzzling the vino 

The three Mexicanos were laughing again 

He pushed his sombrero away from his face 

His cool cigarillo was pounding in place 

The Mexicans stared at the man they can see 

And wondered who this Pistolero could be 

 

Oh, Pistolero 

Like an angel of death, you go 

Desperado from Mexico 

Never more will he run 

Oh, Pistolero 

Riding up through the wind and rain 

With revenge burning in your brain 

And your hand on your gun 

 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... 

Pistole-, Pistolero... 

You're the devil's compañero 

And the devil's what you see 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... 

Pistole-, Pistolero... 

Death will be your compañero 

While you follow your dream 

 

He looked with contempt at the cowardly killers 

His eyes were as cold as the hate in his heart 

"Get ready to fire and viya con dios." 

He lowered the hand that would blow them apart 

Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his father 

Was shouting, "Forgive them and put down your gun!" 

He knew in his heart that the madness was over 

He climbed on his horse and rode into the sun 

 

Oh, Pistolero 

Like an angel of death, you go 

Desperado from Mexico 

Never more will he run 

Oh, Pistolero 

Riding up through the wind and rain 

With revenge burning in your brain 

Now it's over and done 

 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... 

Pistole-, Pistolero... 

You're the devil's compañero 

And the devil's what you see 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... 

Pistole-, Pistolero... 

Death will be your compañero 

While you follow your dream 

Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...










		
			



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