Listen very well to my people,
I have a great story to tell,
From a man from our little town,
Which rose to the heights ??
With his own blood,
Sweat, and tears?
Give a shout, if you know,
Whom I'm singing,
Some, they call him, the boss,
Others call him sir ??
The gringos call him governor,
But the name, with which he will be remembered,
Is it the León de Culiacán?
He is a brave and cunning man,
But his beginning was humble,
He was born on the farm,
I work on my knees,
He was a happy child,
Until the crocodile arrived ??
The crocodile, threatened his parents,
He wanted his money, but he took their lives,
That day, the boy vowed revenge,
I leave the farm, in flames of fire,
And he went to look for his enemy ??
When he found the crocodile,
He gave him three options to be,
His belt his boots, or his brains ??
And while the crocodile,
He was laughing,
He did not realize, that the knife,
I had entered him,
And his life, was it over ??
Give a shout, if you know,
Whom I'm singing,
Some, they call him, the boss,
Others call him sir ??
The gringos call him governor,
But the name, with which he will be remembered,
It's The Lion of Culiacán.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)