Los Lobos
27 Spanishes
Twenty-seven spanishesArriving from the seaBlades of steel flashingCutting down the eagle's treeCame riding in on mountainsOn red and silver steedsInto the city of the serpentThrough the gates of the OtomiA soldier dressed in iron asks"Where do you all come from?""From the earth of four directionsFrom the purple clouds above"Just then a rain came falling downAs the wind began to blow The sky then turned to crimsonWith a sound so deep and lowSaid the brown prince to the spanishesAs he raised a mighty hand"Don't come here bringing worriesTo the people of this land"Their swords then turned to deadly snakesSongtexteLike the ones found in the grass"Get back into those silly shipsBefore we kick your ass"But the strangers made an offerSo the brown prince said "why not"And ended up with empty platesAnd boot soup in a potLater they became muy friendlyAnd their blood was often mixedNow they all hang out togetherAnd play guitars for kicks
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