El Sierreño
Los Jilgueros Del Pico Real
The Sierreño
I am from the sierra and I come from the mountains
To chirriarla I come down to this town
People call me a trafficker
Because money sounds in my pocket
I don't care what everyone says
Because I am a true friend
In the ranch I have a horse
Very pretty, he just lacks speech
And in the town my truck awaits me
To take a beautiful girl for a walk
With my buddies I spend time in the bars
Oh, how happy and long the parties are
People call me a trafficker
Because I carry bales of wool
I have coffee and coconut orchards
And I also mix it up with work
A double nine in my waist
In case someone looks for trouble
And an oiled chivo horn
For when things get serious
I am a lasso that never misses
And always catches on both ends
I don't hide when throwing the stone
When I find the enemies in the square
My gun and my horn click
And they disappear like magic
People call me a trafficker
Because I carry bales of wool
I have coffee and coconut orchards
And I also mix it up with work
A double nine in my waist
In case someone looks for trouble
And an oiled chivo horn
For when things get serious
