Sonocal

Author: 
Eleuterio Cortez
Year: 
2002
Place Winner: 
1st Place
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Éste es el nuevo corrido
Que yo les vengo a cantar
Lo que sucedió en Sonora
En la planta Sonocal.

Sonocal una empresa
Donde él laboraba
No pensó que sus dos amigos
Su vida pensaban truncarla.

Martín era muy querido
Del pueblo, muy respetado,
Nunca pensó que en el cielo
La gloria se había ganado.

La ambición es muy canija
No se le puede negar
Por culpa de unos billetes
Una vida fueron a segar.

A los que hicieron el robo
Nunca se les olvida
Que él mismo les consiguió trabajo
Y les dio mucha comida.

Tres fueron los culpables
De este humillante suceso
Dos andan huyendo
Y uno se encuentra preso.

El que compuso estos versos
Nunca se desvaloriza
Sólo le pide al Creador
Que se les haga justicia.

Toda la gente admiraba
De lo que había sucedido,
Porque el joven era bueno
Por todo el pueblo querido.

Un día se fue al trabajo
Pero él no se suponía
Que hasta en su propia casa
El mismo Diablo tenía.

Decían que eran karatekas
Los que lo asesinaron
Después de darle muerte
Luego lo encajuelaron.

Su padre se lo decía
“Mijo no hagas confianza
Mira que el demonio
Dondequiera mete la pata”. .

Cortez era su apellido
El “ELE” su apelativo
Toda la gente decía
“No debía morir por ese motivo”.

Ya me voy, ya me despido
Me voy por el carrizal
Esto le pasó a un joven bueno
Por culpa de Sonocal.

 

Sonocal 

This is the new corrido
That I sing to one and all
About what happened in Sonora
In a place called Sonocal.

Sonocal was the factory
Where he worked every day
He never thought that his two friends
Would take his life away.

Everyone in the pueblo
Loved and respected Martín
No one imagined that soon
In heaven he would be.

Ambition is corrupt
And that we can’t deny
Because of a few dollar bills
This young man had to die.

As for the men who robbed him
Never forget the truth
He was the one who found them work
And shared with them his food.

Three men were guilty
On that tragic day
Two are wandering fugitives
And one is locked away.

He who composed these verses
Knows what he is worth
He only asks his Creator
For justice here on earth.

The whole town was shocked
By this brutal tragedy
Because he was a fine young man
And kind to those in need.

One day he went to work
But did not understand
That the Devil himself
Held his life within his hands.

They say the men who murdered him
Were experts in karate
And that the trunk of an old car
Was where they hid his body.

His father always told him,
“Don’t give your trust away
For the Devil walks among us
Dragging his ball and chain.”

His nickname was “ELE”
And his last name Cortez
His tragic death was senseless
That’s what everybody says.

My time with you is over
But I say to one and all
This happened to a fine young man
Because of Sonocal.

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