Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Al Filo Del Reloj, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte. Album song Corridos Prohibidos, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Fonovisa
Song language: Spanish
Al Filo Del Reloj(original) |
Jornalero, jornalero Por qu llegaste tan tarde? |
El reloj te denuncio y ahora van a castigarte |
Esos son lujos de ricos que tu no puedes gastarte |
Te contare de un valiente fusilado aya en Chihuahua |
Lo sentenciaron a muerte con la firma de Carranza |
Y a las seis de la maana al pandern lo llevaban |
Y tu, pequeo hombrecillo que te conviertes en juez |
Haces el juicio a las tres y fusilas a las seis |
Despus te lavas las manos, dices se cumpli la ley |
Al doblar en las campanas fusilaron a un Austriaco |
Igual le paso a Argumedo en un panten de Durango |
Y ese tic tac del reloj la vida le iba robando |
Cuantas horas tiene un ao? |
Y Cuantas tiene un sexenio? |
De Septiembre hasta Diciembre las cuentas pasan haciendo |
Y ahi empiezan a olvidarse que son empleados del pueblo |
Cuantas horas han pasado? |
Y Cuantas nos quedaran? |
De seguro habra un reloj que nos marcara un final |
Y es que tiene tanta cuerda que tendra que reventar |
(translation) |
Journeyman, journeyman Why did you arrive so late? |
The clock reported you and now they are going to punish you |
Those are luxuries of the rich that you cannot spend |
I will tell you about a brave shot aya in Chihuahua |
They sentenced him to death with the signature of Carranza |
And at six in the morning they took the pandern |
And you, little man who becomes a judge |
You make the judgment at three and you shoot at six |
After you wash your hands, you say the law was fulfilled |
Tolling the bells they shot an Austrian |
The same thing happened to Argumedo in a pantheon in Durango |
And that tick tock of the clock life was stealing from him |
How many hours does a year have? |
And how many has a six-year term? |
From September to December the accounts go by doing |
And there they begin to forget that they are employees of the town |
How many hours have passed? |
And how many will we have left? |
Surely there will be a clock that will mark us an end |
And it is that it has so much rope that it will have to burst |