Lyrics of Temporada En La Sierra - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

Temporada En La Sierra (original)

Me la navego en la sierra
Todita la temporada
Se que me rifo la vida
Regando la hierva mala
Pero se siente bonito
Cuando recibes la lana
Sembrando maíz y fríjol
Nunca junte ningún centavo
De sol a sol me miraban
Agarrado del arado
Me di cuenta que ser pobre
Era trabajar a honrado
Varios plantíos de hierva
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 en el camino
Pero me miran bordón
Y dicen pobre viejillo
No se imaginan que yo
Para mentir tengo estilo
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 mas
La cruzan pa el extranjero
Por diferentes fronteras
Los guachos no la detectan
Ni se le acercan siquiera
Será que va bien clavada
O será que alguien coopera
El verde me a esperanza
Como lo dice paulino
Los dólares y la hierva
Son verde eso es cierto amigos
La sierra es una fortuna
Pero si siembras lo fino

(translation)

I navigate it in the mountains
all season
I know that I raffle my life
Watering the weed
but it feels nice
when you receive the wool
Planting corn and beans
I never collected any penny
From sunrise to sunset they looked at me
caught by the plow
I realized that being poor
It was to work honestly
Several grass plantations
I have all over the mountains
Some fumigate the boludo
But the big ones fit me
And when I look at the queues
Dollars are revealed to me
I have been bumped into several times
The guachos on the road
But they look at me
And they say poor old man
They do not imagine that I
To lie I have style
Those people from the mountains
He does not understand and will not understand
The guachos almost killed them
And they sow again
They don't let go of seasons
Every year they raise more
They cross it for the foreigner
across different borders
The guachos do not detect it
They don't even come close
It will be that she is well nailed
Or will someone cooperate
The green gives me hope
As Pauline says
The dollars and the grass
They are green that's true friends
The saw is a fortune
But if you sow the fine