Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Que regrese Salinas, artist - El Tri. Album song Hoyos en la bolsa, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 11.04.1996
Record label: Warner Music Mexico
Song language: Spanish
Que regrese Salinas(original) |
Esta rola la tenia que inventar |
pues sino nunca nadie lo iba a hacer |
y lo que dice no lo digo yo es lo que opina el pueblo y la sociedad |
Todos pensamos igual |
y es que a todos nos ha ido mal |
gracias al que por un momento |
se sintio heroe nacional |
Y a todos nos hizo creer |
que ibamos a ser ricos como el y mientras estuvo en el poder |
llego a ser casi casi como un dios |
Pero, todo lo que se robo |
ahora no le va alcanzar, para limpiar su imagen |
de rata y vende patrias |
Pero quien le dio el poder para decidir |
el destino de los mexicanos |
no es justo que el pueblo, tenga que sufrir |
por la ambicion de un viejo pelon |
La sentencia biblica |
sobre sus huesos recayo |
pues con la vara que el midio |
ahora lo estan midiendo a el No lo quiere aceptar |
y ya no sabe que inventar |
y con una huelga de hambre |
se quiso reivindicar |
Pero quien le dio el poder para decidir |
el destino de los mexicanos |
no es justo que el pueblo, tenga que sufrir |
por la ambicion de un viejo pelon |
Pero quien le dio el poder para decidir |
el destino de los mexicanos |
no es justo que el pueblo, tenga que sufrir |
por la ambicion de un viejo pelon |
Que regrese Salinas que regrese, que regrese lo que se atraco |
Que regrese Salinas que regrese, que regrese lo que se atraco |
Que regrese el pelon que regrese, que regrese lo que se atraco |
Que regrese Salinas que regrese |
(translation) |
I had to invent this song |
otherwise no one would ever do it |
and what he says I don't say is what the people and society think |
we all think the same |
and it is that we have all gone wrong |
thank you for a moment |
he felt like a national hero |
And made us all believe |
that we were going to be rich like him and while he was in power |
I became almost almost like a god |
But, everything that was stolen |
now it will not reach him, to clean his image |
of rat and sells homelands |
But who gave him the power to decide |
the destiny of the Mexicans |
It is not fair that the people have to suffer |
for the ambition of a bald old man |
The Biblical Judgment |
on the bones of him fell |
Well, with the rod that he measured |
Now they are measuring him. He doesn't want to accept it. |
and he no longer knows what to invent |
and with a hunger strike |
he wanted to claim |
But who gave him the power to decide |
the destiny of the Mexicans |
It is not fair that the people have to suffer |
for the ambition of a bald old man |
But who gave him the power to decide |
the destiny of the Mexicans |
It is not fair that the people have to suffer |
for the ambition of a bald old man |
Let Salinas come back, come back, let what was robbed come back |
Let Salinas come back, come back, let what was robbed come back |
Let the hair come back, let the robbery come back |
Come back Salinas come back |