El Sinaloense
Banda MS de Sergio Lizárraga
The Sinaloan
And it sounds and sounds!
(MS)
I come from Navolato
They say I was born in El Roble
They say I'm a cowboy
Because I whistle at them and they stop
If I throw my hat at them, you'll see how they fix it
Ay, ay, ay
Oh, mama, for God's sake!
For God's sake, how drunk I am
Let the tambora follow me
Let them play El Quelite
Then El Niño Perdido
And finally, El Torito, so they can see how I paint myself
Ay, ay, ay
Oh, mama, for God's sake!
They call me in love
But I have nothing of that
Everyone calls me El Negro
In black, but lucky
Because if a rooster jumps at me, I don't back down from death
Ay, ay, ay
Oh, mama, for God's sake!
For God's sake, how drunk I am
Let the tambora follow me
Let them play El Quelite
Then El Niño Perdido
And finally, El Torito, so they can see how I paint myself
Ay, ay, ay
Oh, mama, for God's sake!
And that's it, buddy!
Tasty, tasty
Long live Mexico, people!
Long live Sinaloa!
I'm from the heart of Sinaloa
Where the waves break
And I look for one that walks alone and doesn't have a husband
So I won't be committed when the ball drops
Ay, ay, ay
Oh, mama, for God's sake!
For God's sake, how drunk I am
Let the tambora follow me
Let them play El Quelite
Then El Niño Perdido
And finally, El Torito, so they can see how I paint myself
Ay, ay, ay
And ay, ay, ay
