Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Quien Corresponda, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte. Album song De Paisano A Paisano, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Fonovisa
Song language: Spanish
A Quien Corresponda(original) |
Vamos despierten señores, encargados del gobierno |
Porque ya el odio racial, va despertando un infierno |
Y esto no lo va a parar, ningún presidente tierno |
Se invita por Internet, en los Estados Unidos |
A unirse para matar, a nuestros paisas sufridos |
Pues su pecado es pasar, por donde no son queridos |
A esos racistas cobardes, se les tiene que parar |
Joaquín Murrieta es ejemplo, y ahora lo vamos a honrar |
Cuando se enciende la sangre, nada la puede apagar |
A quienes les corresponda, abran los ojos ya ahorita |
Este es un asunto serio, no se tiren la bolita |
Es por los cuernos al toro, y no por las redonditas |
Dice el anuncio maldito, que me tiene tan dañado |
Vamos a cazar mojados, que crucen para este lado |
Muchos hermanos latinos, han sido ya asesinados |
Un demoniaco sujeto, de la guerra excombatiente |
Con ramos oculta unos pozos, donde se ahogo mucha gente |
Niños, mujeres y hombres, que racismo tan demente |
Pero que poca memoria, la que tienen esas gentes |
Ellos pisotean los pueblos, con sus guerras indecentes |
Ahora agreden dentro y fuera, de nuestra patria mi gente |
A quienes les corresponda, la solución es urgente |
(translation) |
Let's wake up gentlemen, those in charge of the government |
Because already the racial hatred, is waking up a hell |
And this is not going to stop it, no tender president |
It is invited online, in the United States |
To unite to kill our suffering paisas |
Well, their sin is to pass by, where they are not loved |
Those cowardly racists, they have to be stopped |
Joaquín Murrieta is an example, and now we are going to honor him |
When the blood is on, nothing can turn it off |
To whom it corresponds, open your eyes right now |
This is a serious matter, don't throw the ball away |
It's because of the bull's horns, and not because of the round ones |
Says the damn ad, which has me so damaged |
We are going to hunt wet, let them cross to this side |
Many Latin brothers have already been murdered |
A demonic subject, from the war ex-combatant |
With branches he hides some wells, where many people drowned |
Children, women and men, what insane racism |
But what little memory, the one that these people have |
They trample the towns, with their indecent wars |
Now they attack inside and outside of our country my people |
To whom it may concern, the solution is urgent |