Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Por Ser Sinaloense, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: Spanish
Por Ser Sinaloense(original) |
Nomas por ser sinaloense |
Yo me siento afortunado |
Porque he nacido en la tierra |
Donde se dan los pesados |
Que viva mi sinaloa |
Cuna de gallos jugados |
Me vine hace muchos años |
Del pueblo de sanalona |
Yo trabaje como burro |
De cocinero mi compa |
Ahora muevo los kilos |
Al norte de california |
Yo tengo mi propia gente |
Pero muy bien entrenada |
A la hora de una caida |
Se que no cantan por nada |
Es que no saben la letra |
Mucho menos la tonada |
Me dicen el sinaloense |
Mi nombre no se lo saben |
Mis documenos son falsos |
Mas vale que no lo indaguen |
Aquel que me identifique |
Puede que no se la acabe |
Pueden pensar lo que quieran |
Me tienen muy sin cuidado |
Lo que haga no les importe |
Miren queden callados |
No olviden que por la boca |
Es como muere el pescado |
Ni modo soy traficante |
Se que me busca el gobierno |
Ya me canse de ser pobre |
Y andar deseando lo ajeno |
Mas vale un rato de gloria |
Y no una vida de infierno |
(translation) |
Nomas for being Sinaloan |
I feel lucky |
Because I was born on earth |
Where are the heavy ones? |
long live my sinaloa |
cradle of played roosters |
I came many years ago |
From the town of Sanalona |
I worked like a donkey |
As a cook my company |
Now I move the kilos |
north of california |
I have my own people |
but very well trained |
At the time of a fall |
I know they don't sing for nothing |
It's that they don't know the lyrics |
Much less the tune |
they call me the sinaloense |
They don't know my name |
My documents are false |
It is better that they do not investigate it |
the one who identifies me |
He may not finish it |
They can think what they want |
They care very little for me |
What I do they don't care |
look stay quiet |
Do not forget that through the mouth |
It's how the fish dies |
I'm not a trafficker |
I know the government is looking for me |
I'm tired of being poor |
And walk wishing for the foreign |
Better a bit of glory |
And not a life of hell |