Temporada En La Sierra
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.
Season in the Sierra
I navigate it in the sierra
All season long
I know I risk my life
Watering the bad weed
But it feels good
When you receive the money.
Planting corn and beans
I never saved a penny
From sunup to sundown they watched me
Holding onto the plow
I realized that being poor
Was working honestly.
Several fields of weed
I have throughout the sierra
Some spray the fool
But the big ones remain for me
And when I look at the tails
Dollars reveal themselves to me.
Several times I've come across
The cops on the road
But they see me with my stick
And say poor old man
They can't imagine that I
Have a knack for lying.
Those people from the sierra
Don't understand and never will
The cops almost kill them
And they go back to planting
They don't let seasons go by
Every year they grow more.
They cross it to foreign lands
Through different borders
The cops don't detect it
Nor do they even come close
Maybe it's well hidden
Or maybe someone helps.
Green gives me hope
As Paulino says
Dollars and weed
Are green, that's true friends
The sierra is a fortune
But only if you plant the good stuff.