Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Tiene La Culpa El Indio, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte. Album song Pacto De Sangre, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 29.03.2004
Record label: Los Tigres Del Norte
Song language: Spanish
No Tiene La Culpa El Indio(original) |
No tiene la culpa el indio |
Sino el que lo hace compadre |
Muchos andaban arriba |
Y yo muriendome de hambre |
Unos se comian las mieles |
Y yo toreaba el enjambre |
A mi me enseñó un amigo |
Cuando andaba yo en la ruina |
Buena sombra le cobija |
Al que a buen arbol se arrima |
No por miedo a los coyotes |
No vamos a criar gallinas |
Dicen que pa' todo hay mañas |
Mucho menos pa la muerte |
Yo le puse muchas ganas |
Por eso cambió mi suerte |
Muchos me piden favores |
Porque soy muy influyente |
De México para Europa |
Yo voy pero a cada rato |
En la ciudad de Madrid |
Tengo muy buenos contactos |
Unos compas colombianos |
Con los que hago buenos tratos |
Por Tijuana y Mexicali |
Por Juárez y otras fronteras |
Le he pasado por aire |
Y por debajo de tierra |
¿Será que por eso el zorro |
Me ha declarado la guerra? |
Ahora me llaman jefe |
Porque soy un toro grande |
Pero hay muchos novillitos |
Que se han brincado el alambre |
Becerros pintos de negro |
El dia que caiga este gallo |
Les va a caer una tromba |
Mas vale que no me toquen |
Porque les truena la bomba |
El que se raje les juro |
Que no habra donde se esconda |
(translation) |
It's not the Indian's fault |
But the one who does it compadre |
Many were up |
And I'm starving |
Some ate the honey |
And I fought the swarm |
I was taught by a friend |
When I was broke |
Good shade covers him |
To the one who comes close to a good tree |
Not for fear of coyotes |
We will not raise chickens |
They say that for everything there are tricks |
Much less for death |
I put a lot of desire |
That's why my luck changed |
Many ask me for favors |
Because I am very influential |
From Mexico to Europe |
I go but every so often |
In the city of Madrid |
I have very good contacts |
Some Colombian compas |
With whom I do good deals |
Through Tijuana and Mexicali |
Through Juárez and other borders |
I have passed him by air |
And below ground |
Is that why the fox |
Has he declared war on me? |
Now they call me boss |
Cause I'm a big bull |
But there are many young bulls |
that they have jumped the wire |
Black Pinto Calves |
The day this rooster falls |
A storm is going to hit them |
You better not touch me |
Because the bomb thunders |
Whoever splits, I swear |
That there will be no where to hide |