For the city I walk in troca
I ride on horseback
they call me green hands
because I sell grass daily
and if someone asks me for dust
I get it with lightning.
I am born in the sierra
and created in the sowings
I know the business well
since I was a boy
just look at the planting
I know what he will give in kilos.
Mother nature
how many have made us rich
year with year the sierra
dresses green parrot
and talking about good things
where was the paper.
My hands are green
for the business that I have
the gringos ask me for grass
and I will gladly sell you
if it is true that green is life
I'm going to make the world eternal.
I'm following the steps
but they have not found me
I hope you do not find me
it is for your sake I tell you
Here I bring you a gift
called goat horn.
I want to give you some advice
all the folded
this business is not good
It is an activated pump
but if they come in they let me know
There I have grass nailed.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)