Текст и перевод песни Los Tucanes de Tijuana - Temporada En La Sierra

Temporada En La Sierra

Me la navego en la sierra
Todita la temporada
Sé que me rifo la vida
Regando la hierba mala
Pero se siente bonito
Cuando recibes la lana

Sembrando maíz y frijol
Nunca junte ni un centavo
De sol a sol me miraban
Agarrado del arado
Me di cuenta que ser pobre
Era trabajar a honrado

Varios plantíos de hierba
Tengo por toda la sierra
Unos fumiga el boludo
Pero los grandes me quedan
Y cuando miro las colas
Dólares se me revelan

Varias veces me han topado
Los guachos por el camino
Pero me miran bordón
Y dicen: "pobre viejillo"
No se imaginan que yo
Para fingir tengo estilo

Un saludo para don Tino
Y el compa Augustín
Y arriba toda la gente de la sierra

Esa gente de la sierra
No entiende ni entenderá
Los guachos casi los matan
Y ellos vuelven a sembrar
No dejan ir temporadas
Cada año levantan más

La cruzan pa' el extranjero
Por diferentes fronteras
Los perros no la detectan
Ni se le acercan siquiera
Será que va bien clavada
O será que alguien coopera

El verde me da esperanza
Como lo dice Paulino
Los dólares y la hierba
Son verdes, es cierto amigo
La sierra es una fortuna
Pero si siembras lo fino

Season in the Mountains

I sail through the mountains
Throughout the whole season
I know I'm risking my life
Watering the weeds
But it feels good
When you receive the money

Sowing corn and beans
I never saved a dime
From sunrise to sunset they watched me
Holding on to the plow
I realized that being poor
Was working honestly

Several weed plantations
I have all over the mountains
Some are fumigated by the idiot
But the big ones remain
And when I look at the lines
Dollars reveal themselves to me

Several times I have been stopped
By the cops on the road
But they look at me with pity
And say: "poor old man"
They can't imagine that I
Have style to deceive

Greetings to Don Tino
And my friend Agustin
And to all the people of the mountains

Those people of the mountains
Don't understand and never will
The cops almost kill them
And they go back to planting
They don't let seasons pass
Every year they raise more

They cross it to foreign lands
Through different borders
The dogs don't detect it
Or even come close to it
Maybe it's well planted
Or maybe someone cooperates

Green gives me hope
As Paulino says
Dollars and weed
Are green, it's true, my friend
The mountain is a fortune
But if you plant the fine stuff