Translation of the song lyrics Dicen Del Señor - Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizárraga

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…

Dicen Del Señor (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...