Pesado — Ramiro Sierra song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ramiro Sierra" by Pesado.
Lyrics
La nieve estaba cayendo los pinos se congelaban
En el risco del madroño unas armas apuntaban
Solo las brumas de nieve aquellas miras nublaban
Se oyo mugir un novillo, que venia con la manada
Y los cascos del caballo del señor que las arriaba
Ramiro dejo la bestia mientras el risco rodeaba
El caballo era un criollito, pero muy bien arrendado
Por eso sin su jinete supo rialar el ganado
Ramiro estaba orgulloso de su requinto dosalvo
Les dijo Ramiro Sierra, aqui no se engaña a nadie
Yo solo vine a cobrarles la muerte de mi compadre
Y a recojer el ganado, que le robaron cobardes
Eran 600 novillos, tambien ganado lechero
Por eso lo codiciaban esos malditos cuatreros
Mas no sabian que Ramiro, les iba a rajar el cuero
Calibre 2.23 que bonito cacareabas
Se confundian los quejidos
Con el mugir de las vacas
Y los ecos de la sierra estaba a la grababa
Adios requinto dosalvo siempre seras el primero
Ya murio Don Pablo Chavez aquel rico ganadero
Ojala y alla en el cielo sigas herrando becerros
Lyrics translation
The snow was falling the pines were freezing
On the cliff of the madroño some guns pointed
Only the mists of snow those sights clouded
There was a young bull that came with the herd.
And the hooves of the horse of the Lord that ran them
Ramiro left the beast as the cliff surrounded
The horse was a criollito, but very well leased
That's why without his rider he knew how to Rial the cattle
Ramiro was proud of his exquisite dosalvo
Ramiro Sierra told them, no one is fooled here
I only came here to charge you with the death of my compadre.
And to collect the cattle, which robbed him cowards
There were 600 steers, also dairy cattle
That's why those damn foursiders covet him.
But they didn't know that Ramiro, he was going to slit their skin
Caliber 2.23 what a nice cackle.
The complaints were confused
With the cow moaning
And the echoes of the saw was to the engraving
Adios requinto dosalvo you'll always be the first
Don Pablo Chavez already died that rich rancher
I hope and there in the sky you're still rustling calves