La Pulqueria — La Migra song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Migra" by La Pulqueria.
Lyrics
Manuel López Aguirre
no tenía de nada
Robaba por las calles
para conseguir la lana
Hasta que un buen día
la coca cayó en sus manos
Y ahora droga a los estados norteamericanos
Aquí están
Viene la migra,
a todos nos quiere cazar
Pero sus armas no nos podrán alcanzar,
Gritan las gentes
nos saludan al pasar
No se vayan de México,
no crucen la frontera
Allí acabarán haciendo
lo que ellos quieran
Aquí existe un gran hombre,
patrón de nuestra tierra
Da trabajo a los pobres,
y a los ricos la condena
Peyote y marihuana,
cactus y cocaína,
Armas y contrabando,
gringos iros preparando…
(Gracias a Fado44 por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
Manuel López Aguirre
I had nothing.
He was stealing in the streets.
to get the wool
Until a good day
the coke fell into his hands
And now drugs the US states
Here they are
The migration comes,
he wants to hunt us all
But their weapons will not reach us,
People shout
they greet us as we pass
Don't leave Mexico.,
do not cross the border
There they will end up doing
whatever they want
There is a great man here,
pattern of our land
Gives work to the poor,
and the rich are condemned
Peyote and marijuana,
cactus and cocaine,
Arms and smuggling,
gringos go get ready…
(Thanks to Fado44 for this letter)