Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lo Que Sembré Allá En La Sierra, 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
Lo Que Sembré Allá En La Sierra(original) |
Lo que sembre alla en la sierra |
Lo queman los federales |
Pero esta vez les fallo |
Porque se les hizo tarde |
Nomas hallaron el rastro |
De la rodada de un trailer |
Ya les dieron el pitazo |
Y me buscan en la sierra |
Los boludos por el viento |
La federal por la tierra |
Hasta los conejos corren |
Presienten la balacera |
Nada se van a llevar |
De lo que tenian pensado |
Solo los troncos veran |
Y tambien bien desolados |
La yerba ya se vendio |
Los gringos me la comparon |
Se que mi vida peligra |
Pero me gusta lo bueno |
Las damas me dan caricias |
La sierra ne da el dinero |
Voy a gozar de la vida |
Muriendo nada me llevo |
No crean que soy muy confiado |
Tambien ando prevenido |
Y traigo dos R-15 |
Tambien un cuerno de chivo |
Por si me buscan pelea |
Tambien yo les hago ruido |
Se que la ley me persigue |
Por aquellos que cantaron |
Resultaron ser gallinas |
Y no gallitos jugados |
Acuerdense que el soplon |
No vive para contarlo |
(translation) |
What I sow there in the mountains |
The feds burn it |
But this time I fail them |
Because they were late |
They just found the trail |
From the rolling of a trailer |
They already gave them the whistle |
And they look for me in the mountains |
The boludos by the wind |
The federal for the land |
even rabbits run |
They sense the shooting |
Nothing is going to take |
of what they had in mind |
Only the trunks will see |
And also very desolate |
The yerba already sold |
The gringos compared it to me |
I know my life is in danger |
But I like the good |
The ladies caress me |
The saw ne gives the money |
I'm going to enjoy life |
dying I take nothing |
Don't think I'm too trusting |
I'm also warned |
And I bring two R-15 |
Also a goat horn |
In case they look for a fight |
I also make noise for them |
I know the law is after me |
For those who sang |
They turned out to be chickens |
And no cocks played |
Remember that the informer |
don't live to tell the tale |