First they made the yunta and hit the cart
They went to bring hard nopal was the dry
The cows in the corral bellowed and gave sadness
It was Ezequiel crowned and his 15 year old son
The horses were saddled
They also wore pistols and thirty thirties plated
When they were singeing Ezekiel said to his son
You are already a little man listen what I say
Because of me, I've never been to the town, there are my enemies
It all started in the canteen on May 7
You and your mom were waiting for me outside with the horses
I go to collect money for the sale of a horse
Ramón was drinking with four of his brothers
What did Ezekiel come for? What are you charging me?
I do not owe you to you right now
The words I kill a ramón and a census are over
When I left shovel street your mother had already died
I had a bullet in the frete I cry when I remember
In case one day they kill me you can go for bravo
Do not say who your father was so that you live calmly
There live the songs they are my enemies
Only among all we can make this a better place :)