Las Amarillas
Los Lobos
The Yellow Ones
The yellow larks of the prickly pears flew away
The cardinals will no longer sing joyfully
To the tyrant na na
To the tyrant na no
The cardinals will no longer sing joyfully
The trees on the hillside why haven't they turned green
That's why the larks sing or the nest crushes them
To the tyrant na na
To the tyrant na no
That's why the larks sing or the nest crushes them
You are small and pretty and just the way you are I love you
You look like a little rose from the coasts of Guerrero
To the tyrant na na
To the tyrant na no
You look like a little rose from the coasts of Guerrero
In the middle of the sea a whale was sighing
And in the sighs it said the one who dries it fills it
To the tyrant na na
To the tyrant na no
And in the sighs it said the one who dries it fills it
My father was a hawk and I was born beak beak
I'm like the tarantantan where I put my beak wherever I want
To the tyrant na na
To the tyrant na no
Everyone says their goodbyes but like this one, none
To the tyrant na na
To the tyrant na no
Everyone says their goodbyes but like this one, none
Four times five is twenty
Three times seven is twenty-one
Four times five is twenty
Three times seven is twenty-one
Four times five is twenty
Three times seven is twenty-one
To the tyrant na na
To the tyrant na no
