Vicente Fernandez — El Parchado (Album Version) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Parchado (Album Version)" by Vicente Fernandez.
Lyrics
Ya esta aquí El Parchado gritaba la gente
Y que toque el mariachi una diana en su honor
Habían venido a verlo, ganarle al Norteño,
Caballo muy ligero y con fama de campeón
Ya están las apuestas, Sonora de Conchado
Confían en su caballo veloz como un ciclón
El sur trae un Parchado, ligero como un rayo
Y aunque no es afamado, si es puro corazón
Que e toquen Sonora Querida,
Gritaba el Norteño, lleno de emoción
Luego tóquenle a ese Parchado,
Su Juan Colorado, pa' que entre en calor
El Parchado era un potro educado,
Y no le contesto a aquel fanfarrón
Al contrario, le dijo al arranque
Mucha suerte amigo, y que gane el mejor
Arrancan a un grito, atrás va El Parchado
Sonora empieza a gritar,
A media carrera lo alcanza El Parchado,
Y no para hasta ganar
Después se regresa y le dice al Norteño
Ahora te voy a cantar,
El Son que en mi tierra le gusta a la gente,
Y que tendrás que bailar
Toquen, toquen, mariachis tupido
Pa' que ese Norteño se enseñe a bailar
Porque allá en Michoacán no hay redoba
Ni Polka Norteña, puro zapatear
Ahora el son que se toca en mi tierra
Y las danzas tarascas tendrás que aprender
Y mezcal en vez de bacanora,
Tequila en jarrito, te vas a beber
Lyrics translation
It's here the patched people were screaming
And let the mariachi play a target in his honor
They had come to see him, beat the Northerner,
Very light horse with champion fame
Bets are off, Sonora de Conchado
They trust their fast horse like a cyclone
The south brings a patched, light as lightning
And though he is not famous, if he is pure heart
That and play Sonora Dear,
The Northerner shouted, full of emotion
Then touch that patch,
Your Juan Colorado, pa ' get warm
The patched was an educated foal,
And I don't answer that braggart.
On the contrary, he told the boot
Good luck friend, and May the best man win
They start at a scream, behind goes the patching
Sonora starts screaming,
At half-stroke it is reached by patching,
And it doesn't stop until you win
Then he comes back and tells The Northerner
Now I'm gonna sing you,
He is that in my land people like,
And you'll have to dance
Play, play, tupido mariachis
For that Northerner to teach himself to dance
Because there is no redoba in Michoacan
Nor Northern Polka, pure zapatear
Now the son is playing in my land
And the Tarasca dances you'll have to learn
And mezcal instead of bacanora,
Tequila in jug, you're going to drink