I was holding the gun in my hand
in the other he held a little bag
it was four nights of dawn
the people who were with him knew
that they could not neglect it
A black lock of 2015
the cap covered his eyes
a black beard covers his face
it was impossible to look him in the eye
but the very well observed
Compadre Roger, we have to sleep
It seems that you do not do the peda
right now we bring fifteen people
you know they are very hard green
and those if they are serious thing
Compadre genre calm down a little
that fear does not rise to the brain
I know very well the lands of Morro
and we are very close to the stream
and some cuatri await us
I took with the gun in the mana
when suddenly the greens fall
the black saw got into the bush
of the 15 people kill twelve
why they go over the mountains
Among the brambles jump genaro
wanting to get lost in the grass
even voludo that shoots and precise
with fury, it rampaged to the floor
he was left dead in the grass
The sierra left like a sieve
in Roger, he dies in it
also 12 plebes, also his brother
Roger robertio died so, with the gun in his hand
Only among all we can make this a better place :)