Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Prisionero, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte. Album song Jefe De Jefes, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 06.03.2006
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Spanish
El Prisionero(original) |
Un diputado perdido |
Un cuñado k mataròn |
Un funcionario en exilio |
Y un candidato enterrado |
Muchos desaparecidos |
Y otros k han asesinado |
Estos son los incidentes |
Segun ellos bien tramados |
Lastima k con un dedo |
De sus mejores aliados |
El personaje del k hablo |
Espera ser sentenciado |
Andan sueltos los demonios |
Segun dijo una hechicera |
En la finca del encanto |
Se hallan una calavera |
La paca fue x millones |
Para k asi les mintiera |
Dicen k es una revancha |
En contra del pobre reo |
Xk cuando hacia sus tranzas |
No se mochaba parejo |
Segun dicen k es muy lanza |
X eso esta prisionero |
Si apareciera el perdido |
Y aquel cuñado viviera |
Nadie estuviera en exilio |
Y un candidato ahora viera |
A su pueblo trabajando |
Con gran respeto la tierra |
Dedico yo este corrido |
A los k me estan oyendo |
A la gente k trabaja |
Y no a los k andan huyendo |
Menos a los sinverguenzas |
K estan robando a mi pueblo |
(translation) |
a lost deputy |
A brother-in-law killed |
An official in exile |
And a buried candidate |
many missing |
And others who have murdered |
These are the incidents |
According to them well plotted |
Hurt k with a finger |
of your best allies |
The character of k spoke |
Wait to be sentenced |
the demons are loose |
As a sorceress said |
In the farm of enchantment |
They find a skull |
The bale was x millions |
For k so I lied to them |
They say k is a revenge |
Against the poor prisoner |
Xk when he did his braids |
He did not get even |
According to what they say k is very spear |
X is a prisoner |
If the lost one appeared |
And that brother-in-law lived |
No one was in exile |
And a candidate now saw |
To his people of him working |
With great respect the land |
I dedicate this corrido |
To those who are listening to me |
To the people who work |
And not the k andan fleeing |
Except for the scoundrels |
They are stealing from my town |