Temporada En La Sierra

I navigate it in the sierra
All season long
I know I risk my life
Watering the bad weed
But it feels good
When you receive the money.

Planting corn and beans
I never saved a penny
From sunup to sundown they watched me
Holding onto the plow
I realized that being poor
Was working honestly.

Several fields of weed
I have throughout the sierra
Some spray the fool
But the big ones remain for me
And when I look at the tails
Dollars reveal themselves to me.

Several times I've come across
The cops on the road
But they see me with my stick
And say poor old man
They can't imagine that I
Have a knack for lying.

Those people from the sierra
Don't understand and never will
The cops almost kill them
And they go back to planting
They don't let seasons go by
Every year they grow more.

They cross it to foreign lands
Through different borders
The cops don't detect it
Nor do they even come close
Maybe it's well hidden
Or maybe someone helps.

Green gives me hope
As Paulino says
Dollars and weed
Are green, that's true friends
The sierra is a fortune
But only if you plant the good stuff.