Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizarraga — Dicen Del Señor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dicen Del Señor" by Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizarraga.
Lyrics
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…
Lyrics translation
Everything has been said everything has been written
everyone knows what else I talk to them
a very fine man, frail, and canijo
son of the plains and the little drawer.
Even Pancho Villa was suing people
inconvenient people, traitors, currents
although I'm not a Villa I'm also brave
and when they look for me
I locate him, lift him, torture him, execute him, and bury him 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
dear son, you're just a memory.
a sad accordion left without its owner
but the culprits are already in the fire
send them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces
to hell itself…
(YYY pure MS relative)
Last News shouted the debate
the contra, the guachos, bloody combat
we saw our faces but there was no fight
when I surrounded them, they didn't want to bump into each other.…
Little fellow, brother, and very faithful friend
though now I miss you soon I'll see you
his people are waiting for him and his throne too
a greeting from those who appreciate it,
take care of you, protect you, and stay 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
dear son, you're just a memory.
a sad accordion left without its owner
but the culprits are already in the fire
send them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces
to hell itself…