La Buchona
Julión Álvarez y Su Norteño Banda
The Buchona
When I bring you the band,
And it echoes in your window
Little one, come outside
I bring you a serenade,
I'm up early
I come all dressed up
Yesterday I passed by your house,
I saw a truck parked
I saw your suitor come out
I chased him away
He closed the chivo horn
Not even the dust was visible
You like to be fashionable,
The corridos, the guns
You like to ride in armored vehicles
You boast of being in the circle,
But your pretty face
Doesn't seem like a buchona.
Between sigh and sigh,
My heart beats
The armor accelerates,
I feel very light
Don't think wrong, little one,
Better come give me a little kiss.
You know I'm throwing you the lasso,
But you don't pay attention to me,
Better stop playing games
And let's start fixing things,
Knowing that I love you
Put it well in the ?
You like to be fashionable,
The corridos, the guns
You like to ride in armored vehicles
You boast of being in the circle,
But your pretty face
Doesn't seem like a buchona.
