Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dicen Del Señor , by - Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizárraga. Release date: 10.10.2019
Song language: Spanish
Dicen Del Señor(original) |
| Ya todo se ha dicho ya todo se ha escrito |
| Ya todos lo saben que mas les platico |
| Un hombre muy fino, bregado, y canijo |
| Hijo de los llanos y del cajoncito. |
| Hasta Pancho Villa justiciaba gente |
| Gente inconveniente, traidores, corrientes |
| Aunque no soy Villa tambien soy valiente |
| Y cuando me buscan |
| Lo ubico, levanto, torturo, ejecuto, y entierro en caliente… |
| Yo no era maldito los perros me hicieron |
| Yo era campesino y también ganadero |
| Al matar a mi hijo no saben que hicieron |
| Querían ver al diablo pues lo consiguieron |
| Hijo tan querido eres solo un recuerdo |
| Un acordeón triste quedo sin su dueño |
| Pero los culpables ya están en el fuego |
| Los mande sin ojos, sin piernas, sin brazos en varios pedazos |
| Al mismito infierno… |
| (yyy pura MS pariente) |
| Ultimas noticas gritaba el debate |
| El contra, los guachos, sangriento combate |
| Nos vimos las caras mas no hubo combate |
| Cuando los rodee no quisieron toparse… |
| Compadrito, hermano, y amigo muy fiel |
| Aunque ahora le extraño pronto los vere |
| Su gente lo espera y su trono tambien |
| Resiba un saludo de los que lo aprecian |
| Lo cuidan, protegen, y estan con usted… |
| Yo no era maldito los perros me hicieron |
| Yo era campesino y tambien ganadero |
| Al matar a mi hijo no saben que hicieron |
| Querian ver al diablo pues lo consiguieron |
| Hijo tan querido eres solo un recuerdo |
| Un acordeon triste quedo sin su dueño |
| Pero los culpables ya estan en el fuego |
| Los mande sin ojos, sin piernas, sin brazos en varios pedazos |
| Al mismito infierno… |
| (translation) |
| Everything has already been said, everything has already been written |
| Now everyone knows what else I tell you |
| A very fine, hard-working, and puny man |
| Son of the plains and of the little box. |
| Even Pancho Villa tried people |
| Inconvenient people, traitors, ordinary |
| Although I'm not Villa I'm also brave |
| and when they look for me |
| I locate it, raise it, torture it, execute it, and bury it in hot… |
| I wasn't cursed the dogs made me |
| I was a farmer and also a rancher |
| By killing my son they don't know what they did |
| They wanted to see the devil because they got it |
| Son so dear you are just a memory |
| A sad accordion left without its owner |
| But the culprits are already on fire |
| I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces |
| To hell itself... |
| (yyy pure MS relative) |
| Latest news shouted the debate |
| The against, the guachos, bloody combat |
| We saw each other's faces but there was no combat |
| When I surrounded them they didn't want to run into each other... |
| Compadrito, brother, and very faithful friend |
| Although now I miss him soon I will see you |
| His people await him and his throne awaits him too |
| Receive a greeting from those who appreciate you |
| They take care of you, protect you, and are with you... |
| I wasn't cursed the dogs made me |
| I was a farmer and also a rancher |
| By killing my son they don't know what they did |
| They wanted to see the devil because they got it |
| Son so dear you are just a memory |
| A sad accordion left without its owner |
| But the culprits are already on fire |
| I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces |
| To hell itself... |