Cosecha Nocturna
Me la rifé cuatro meses
De la semilla a la bola
Mojadas y malpasadas
Chula se dió la amapola
Calleron cerca los Huachos
Dejamos la planta sola
Estaba bien agüitado
Tanto trabajo pa’ nada
Y que se me ocurre un plan
Tenia que actuar de bolada
Bamos a rallar de noche
Aunque la goma este aguada
Le puse doble navaja
A todos los rayadores
Tiene que chorrear agusto
Asi le dije a los peones
No tengan miedo compitas
Tan dormidos los pelones
Con lamparas en la frente
De esas de la cazeria
Cada uno el cuerno terciado
Quien sabe a que hora seria
El chiste es que en la mañana
De los Huachos me reia
En corto me fui a venderla
Nesecitaba el dinero
Para pagarle a los peones
Lo primero es lo primero
Yya despues mas con calma
Fui a comprarme un carro Nuevo
Asi logré cosechar
El Gobierno estaba encima
Me la tuve que rifar
Poco estimando mi vida
Mientras los Huachos roncaban
Junté kilos de la fina
Night Harvest
I risked it for four months
From seed to ball
Wet and poorly cooked
Chula the poppy gave in
The Huachos came close
We left the plant alone
I was really bummed out
So much work for nothing
And then I came up with a plan
I had to act quickly
Let's grind at night
Even if the gum is watery
I put double blades
To all the scrapers
It has to drip nicely
That's what I told the workers
Don't be afraid, buddies
The baldies are fast asleep
With lamps on our foreheads
Those from hunting
Each one with the horn slung
Who knows what time it would be
The joke is that in the morning
I laughed at the Huachos
I quickly went to sell it
I needed the money
To pay the workers
First things first
And then more calmly
I went to buy a new car
That's how I managed to harvest
The Government was on top of me
I had to risk it
Estimating my life little
While the Huachos snored
I gathered kilos of the fine