La Troca Del Año

In a hideout of the year the guys come down
The season was good and now they come to enjoy it
The absence is hard and painful in those snowy cliffs
No easy money, you suffer to earn it
The dances and the girls have been their great delight
That's why they come happy to their beloved Culiacan
Here comes Don Gimel, don't worry
That's why the guys don't leave the season
Every year they raise more by kilos or tons
From the coast to the mountains a lot of money moves
There are plenty of green bills coming from abroad
The season is coming, the roar of the skies is heard
They say goodbye to their loved one, see you in a year