A thousand bullets in the wind is cause and effect
everything that goes up ends up falling.
The bullets will rain down if you are not awake
but when they sleep, time stops.
And time throws time I get the poison
of doing abuse, there were memories.
Today are my bullets that eat my body
fire against fire the end is eternal.
If they want my leathers
my rifles bring eggs,
greeting death
come our kingdom.
Dioquis so much noise if they are gentle bullets
They scare her and they want my kills.
It remained in their cars and in their caravans
accommodate the horn my own advantage
Between the door and the glass I shielded
Sparks flashed on my armor.
And death up all my downloads
I ran out of the park and continued with my squad.
It is the last attempt
I ate his bullets
like this lady
of bears played.
There is no death without life, nor law without justice
but a revenge tastes better cold.
The luck of the alive, the dead the envy
and what I have left, listen to the irony.
My luck in my family bullets is the same
he boils the guts that he is pulling.
To see me taken to a man among their ranks
the son of the partner who would weigh it.
Nomas for some
pounds that deviated me
it came out very expensive
take my life
Times of violence anyone is cursed
Anyone would be a disc horn.
Chest of drawers, grenades repeat the noise
It's the same story, all the corridos.
They blame themselves for being so lost
but that taste to make money is vice.
The cars, pleasures, fame and corridos
legends, women, exuberant luxuries.
I'd rather die
killing the enemy
be throwing bullets
die with style
Only among all we can make this a better place :)