I have not been a priest but I am the tano
elizalde x sierto pa be more estectos
of calm aspect and asento of ranch
guaseve my land sinaloa my state
watching death psar x aside
memories in my soul I will not be able to erase them
luck is cast cards
I could not avoid it
the days passed the months the years
his smile in tact in my mind kept
parriente I remember you I still miss you
I still dream you and awake thinking
my golden cocky my cousin my brother
it seems a lie that you are leaving
I have the hope to see you again
naughty and cheerful at the ranch walking
AND PURE PA AHEAD COMPA TANO SEBE
Q WE ARE AT CIENON
OLD AND UP
GUASAVE MY FRIEND !!
and nudge my mind from the past
we suffer him as much as we fight
when we were beautiful children we dreamed
playing the band and one day we achieved
winged of the vijeo my uncle lalo el gallo
In spite of the time Sige aremangando
I leave markdo elizalde style well through the years
respect for the poorest respect for the richest
Those who know me know I am sensillo
I prefer an applause q a prize bought
I've been in the chasm and I was not dazzled
the strength of a man marks his history
the high the casualties not everything is the glory
little god gave me poor money and friends to spare
Only among all we can make this a better place :)