Grupo Exterminador — Temporada En La Sierra song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Temporada En La Sierra" by Grupo Exterminador.
Lyrics
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
Lyrics translation
I sail it in the sierra
All season
I know I'm rapping My Life
Watering the bad herb
But it feels nice
When you get the wool
Sowing corn and beans
Never raise a penny
From sun to Sun They looked at me
Plow grab
I realized that being poor
Was to work to honest
Several herb plants
I got all over the mountain range.
Some fumigate the boludo
But I still have the big ones.
And when I look at the tails
Dollars are revealed to me
Several times I've been bumped into
The guachos on the way
But they're looking at me.
And they say poor old man
Don't you imagine that I
To lie I have style
Those people in the sierra
He does not and will not understand
The guachos almost killed them.
And they re-sow
They don't let seasons go
Every year they raise more
They cross it abroad
By different borders
Guachos do not detect it
They don't even come near him.
Will it go well nailed
Or Will someone cooperate
The green me to hope
As paulino says
The dollars and the boil
They're green that's true friends
The Saw is a fortune
But if you sow the fine