Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sale Sobrando , by - Lila Downs. Song from the album Border, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 02.07.2001
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: Spanish
Sale Sobrando(original) |
| Los hombres barbados vinieron por barco |
| Y todos dijeron mi Dios ha llegado |
| Ahora pa’l norte se van los mojados |
| Pero no les dicen, welcome hermanos |
| Si el dolar nos llama la raza se lanza |
| Si el gringo lo pide al paisa le cuadra |
| Los narcos, la migra y el border patrol |
| Te agarran, y luego te dan su bendición |
| En Chiapas, mujeres y niños rezando |
| Machetes y balas, con sangre bañaron |
| La patria su sangre al progreso ha clamado |
| Pero esa es tu raza que sacrificaron |
| El indio, el negro, el mestizo, el güerito |
| Todos manifiestan al México lindo |
| Pero, dónde fue la justicia y la pena? |
| Si sangre que corre en el limbo se queda |
| La sangre que corre por los sacrificios |
| Mestizo has de ser, por tus vicios |
| No vayas muy lejos y mírate al espejo |
| Porque cuando mires no te va a gustar |
| Tu cara es morena y quieres ser güera |
| Y bien que te comes tu taco y memela |
| Ay yay ay yay, canta y no llores porque cantando |
| Se alegra México lindo, los corazones |
| Mexicanos al grito de guerra cantamos |
| Pero a la montaña ni locos nos vamos |
| Turistas y extraños, se acercan en vano |
| Pa' que se preocupan? |
| derechos humanos |
| Si aquí la justicia sale sobrando |
| (translation) |
| The bearded men came by ship |
| And they all said my God has arrived |
| Now to the north the wet ones go |
| But they don't tell them, welcome brothers |
| If the dollar calls us, the race is launched |
| If the gringo asks the paisa for it |
| The narcos, la migra and the border patrol |
| They grab you, and then they give you their blessing |
| In Chiapas, women and children praying |
| Machetes and bullets, with blood bathed |
| The homeland its blood to progress has cried out |
| But that's your race they sacrificed |
| The Indian, the black, the mestizo, the güerito |
| Everyone manifests beautiful Mexico |
| But where did the justice and punishment go? |
| If blood that runs in limbo stays |
| The blood that runs through the sacrifices |
| Mestizo you must be, for your vices |
| Don't go too far and look in the mirror |
| Cause when you look you won't like it |
| Your face is brown and you want to be blonde |
| And well, you eat your taco and memela |
| Ay yay ay yay, sing and don't cry because singing |
| Beautiful Mexico is happy, the hearts |
| Mexicans to the cry of war we sing |
| But we're not going to the mountain |
| Tourists and strangers, they approach in vain |
| Why do they worry? |
| human rights |
| If here justice comes out too much |