Temporada En La Sierra - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

Me la navego en la sierra

Todita la temporada

Se que me rifo la vida

Regando la hierva mala

Pero se siente bonito

Cuando recibes la lana

Sembrando maíz y fríjol

Nunca junte ningún centavo

De sol a sol me miraban

Agarrado del arado

Me di cuenta que ser pobre

Era trabajar a honrado

Varios plantíos de hierva

Tengo por toda la sierra

Unos fumiga el boludo

Pero los grandes me quedan

Y cuando miro las colas

Dólares se me revelan

Varias veces me han topado

Los guachos en el camino

Pero me miran bordón

Y dicen pobre viejillo

No se imaginan que yo

Para mentir tengo estilo

Esa gente de la sierra

No entiende ni entenderá

Los guachos casi los matan

Y ellos vuelven a sembrar

No dejan ir temporadas

Cada año levantan mas

La cruzan pa el extranjero

Por diferentes fronteras

Los guachos no la detectan

Ni se le acercan siquiera

Será que va bien clavada

O será que alguien coopera

El verde me a esperanza

Como lo dice paulino

Los dólares y la hierva

Son verde eso es cierto amigos

La sierra es una fortuna

Pero si siembras lo fino

I navigate it in the mountains

all season

I know that I raffle my life

Watering the weed

but it feels nice

when you receive the wool

Planting corn and beans

I never collected any penny

From sunrise to sunset they looked at me

caught by the plow

I realized that being poor

It was to work honestly

Several grass plantations

I have all over the mountains

Some fumigate the boludo

But the big ones fit me

And when I look at the queues

Dollars are revealed to me

I have been bumped into several times

The guachos on the road

But they look at me

And they say poor old man

They do not imagine that I

To lie I have style

Those people from the mountains

He does not understand and will not understand

The guachos almost killed them

And they sow again

They don't let go of seasons

Every year they raise more

They cross it for the foreigner

across different borders

The guachos do not detect it

They don't even come close

It will be that she is well nailed

Or will someone cooperate

The green gives me hope

As Pauline says

The dollars and the grass

They are green that's true friends

The saw is a fortune

But if you sow the fine