Dicen Del Señor - Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizárraga

Ya todo se ha dicho ya todo se ha escrito

Ya todos lo saben que mas les platico

Un hombre muy fino, bregado, y canijo

Hijo de los llanos y del cajoncito.

Hasta Pancho Villa justiciaba gente

Gente inconveniente, traidores, corrientes

Aunque no soy Villa tambien soy valiente

Y cuando me buscan

Lo ubico, levanto, torturo, ejecuto, y entierro en caliente…

Yo no era maldito los perros me hicieron

Yo era campesino y también ganadero

Al matar a mi hijo no saben que hicieron

Querían ver al diablo pues lo consiguieron

Hijo tan querido eres solo un recuerdo

Un acordeón triste quedo sin su dueño

Pero los culpables ya están en el fuego

Los mande sin ojos, sin piernas, sin brazos en varios pedazos

Al mismito infierno…

(yyy pura MS pariente)

Ultimas noticas gritaba el debate

El contra, los guachos, sangriento combate

Nos vimos las caras mas no hubo combate

Cuando los rodee no quisieron toparse…

Compadrito, hermano, y amigo muy fiel

Aunque ahora le extraño pronto los vere

Su gente lo espera y su trono tambien

Resiba un saludo de los que lo aprecian

Lo cuidan, protegen, y estan con usted…

Yo no era maldito los perros me hicieron

Yo era campesino y tambien ganadero

Al matar a mi hijo no saben que hicieron

Querian ver al diablo pues lo consiguieron

Hijo tan querido eres solo un recuerdo

Un acordeon triste quedo sin su dueño

Pero los culpables ya estan en el fuego

Los mande sin ojos, sin piernas, sin brazos en varios pedazos

Al mismito infierno…

Everything has already been said, everything has already been written

Now everyone knows what else I tell you

A very fine, hard-working, and puny man

Son of the plains and of the little box.

Even Pancho Villa tried people

Inconvenient people, traitors, ordinary

Although I'm not Villa I'm also brave

and when they look for me

I locate it, raise it, torture it, execute it, and bury it in hot…

I wasn't cursed the dogs made me

I was a farmer and also a rancher

By killing my son they don't know what they did

They wanted to see the devil because they got it

Son so dear you are just a memory

A sad accordion left without its owner

But the culprits are already on fire

I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces

To hell itself...

(yyy pure MS relative)

Latest news shouted the debate

The against, the guachos, bloody combat

We saw each other's faces but there was no combat

When I surrounded them they didn't want to run into each other...

Compadrito, brother, and very faithful friend

Although now I miss him soon I will see you

His people await him and his throne awaits him too

Receive a greeting from those who appreciate you

They take care of you, protect you, and are with you...

I wasn't cursed the dogs made me

I was a farmer and also a rancher

By killing my son they don't know what they did

They wanted to see the devil because they got it

Son so dear you are just a memory

A sad accordion left without its owner

But the culprits are already on fire

I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces

To hell itself...