Pistolero (Dschinghis Khan)

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 ooohh Pistol-, Pistolero Death will be your compañero While you follow your dream Oh oh oh ooohhh, ooohh, ooohhh