El Martes Me Fusilan – Lyrics Meaning in English – Vicente Fernández
“El Martes Me Fusilan” (On Tuesday, I’ll be executed) by Vicente Fernández is a powerful and defiant song reflecting the unwavering faith and sacrifice of a Cristero during Mexico’s Cristero War. The lyrics portray the speaker’s impending execution for his devout belief in God and his commitment to the Cristero cause. The song captures his resolve and defiance in the face of death, celebrating his faith and the legacy of his struggle. Through vivid imagery and passionate declarations, Vicente Fernández brings to life the emotional and historical weight of this poignant song.
Singer: Vicente Fernández
El martes me fusilan
A las seis de la mañana
Por creer en Dios eterno
Y en la gran Guadalupana
On Tuesday, I’ll be executed
At six in the morning
For believing in God
And in the great Guadalupana
Me encontraron una estampa
De Jesús en el sombrero
Por eso me sentenciaron
Porque yo soy un cristero
They found a picture of Jesus
In my hat
That’s why I was sentenced
Because I am a Cristero
Es por eso me fusilan
El martes por la mañana
Matarán mi cuerpo inútil
Pero nunca, nunca mi alma
That’s why I’ll be executed
On Tuesday morning
They’ll kill me
But my soul will never die
Yo les digo a mis verdugos
Que quiero me crucifiquen
Y una vez crucificado
Entonces usen sus rifles
I tell my executioners
That crucify me first
And once I’m crucified
Then they can use their rifles
Adiós, sierras de Jalisco
Michoacán y Guanajuato
Donde combatí al gobierno
Que siempre salió corriendo
Goodbye, Jalisco’s sierras
Michoacán, and Guanajuato
Where I fought the government
That always ended up fleeing
Me agarraron, de rodillas
Adorando a Jesucristo
Sabían que no había defensa
En ese santo recinto
They caught me on my knees
Worshiping Jesus Christ
They knew there was no defense
In that holy place
Soy labriego por herencia
Jalisciense de naciencia
No tengo más dios, que Cristo
Porque me dio la existencia
I am a farmer by heritage
Born in Jalisco
I have no other god but Christ
For He gave me existence
Con matarme no se acaba
La creencia en Dios eterno
Muchos quedan en la lucha
Y otros que vienen naciendo
Killing me won’t end
The belief in the eternal God
Many remain in the fight
And others who are yet to be born
Es por eso
Me fusilan
El martes por la mañana
That’s why
I’m to be executed
On Tuesday morning
¡Pelotón!
¡Preparen!
¡Apunten!
¡Viva Cristo Rey, y fuego!
Squad!
Prepare!
Aim!
Long live Christ the King, and fire!
