Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song De la Ciudad a la Sierra, artist - Los Dos Carnales. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Song language: Spanish
De la Ciudad a la Sierra(original) |
| Montando su macho fiel |
| Pistola al cinto cargada |
| Con sus manchitas de mojo |
| Dos cifras trae anotadas |
| Trae el sombrero de lado y sus hombres de confianza |
| Dicen que soy traficante |
| Búsquenle a ver si le encuentran |
| Por décadas me han buscado |
| Pero sigo en la pelea |
| Me dan sombra esos pinos de la ciudad a la sierra |
| El dinero por costales |
| No te hace fina persona |
| La palabra es lo que vale |
| Y de eso aquí hay de sobra |
| Por eso en mi linda tierra a mí nadie me traiciona |
| Me dicen el M grande, El Mayo pa' mis amigos, creen que soy mala persona porque |
| soy un fugitivo |
| Supieran cuántos pellejos |
| Gracias a mí siguen vivos |
| Se me parte el corazón |
| Tener mi sangre encerrada |
| Y acordarme de mi hermano |
| Y de algunos camaradas |
| Algún día estrecho su mano como antes en la tomada |
| Los Intocables del Norte |
| Toquen canciones bonitas |
| Traigo ganas de tomar |
| Cerveza de botellita |
| En el álamo mi rancho al pie de aquellas casitas |
| Me dicen el M grande, El Mayo pa' mis amigos, creen que soy mala persona porque |
| soy un fugitivo |
| Supieran cuántos pellejos |
| Gracias a mí siguen vivos |
| (translation) |
| Riding her faithful male |
| loaded belt pistol |
| With their mojo stains |
| Two figures bring annotated |
| Bring the hat aside and your henchmen |
| They say I'm a drug dealer |
| Look for him to see if they find him |
| For decades they have searched for me |
| But I'm still in the fight |
| Those pine trees from the city to the mountains give me shade |
| The money for sacks |
| It does not make you a fine person |
| The word is what counts |
| And there is plenty of that here |
| That's why in my beautiful land nobody betrays me |
| They call me the big M, El Mayo for my friends, they think I'm a bad person because |
| i'm a fugitive |
| They knew how many skins |
| Thanks to me they are still alive |
| It breaks my heart |
| Have my blood locked up |
| And remember my brother |
| And of some comrades |
| Someday I'll shake his hand like before in the take |
| The Untouchables of the North |
| play nice songs |
| I want to drink |
| bottle beer |
| In the poplar my ranch at the foot of those little houses |
| They call me the big M, El Mayo for my friends, they think I'm a bad person because |
| i'm a fugitive |
| They knew how many skins |
| Thanks to me they are still alive |