He left his Colombia to be able to progress,
because doing what I could never achieve,
he was a member of a special police team,
there the guerrillas always nobody could stop them,
So begins the story that I come to sing.
His name is reserved for me because he does not want me to tell you,
but I leave them a key of initials JM,
He is the one who, when poor, ignored his own people,
and now that the beard is up, they want to make him,
he never lost the humble learn from that currents.
I leave behind his own land and I take the narrow road
the roulette of life is 100% juice
without having anything or anyone to culiacan I arrive happy
he dreamed of being great and someday having money
Help your family and return to the village.
MUSIC
In Mexico it was not easy, because he was a foreigner
almost died of hunger much he suffered first
more was dating and met sincere friends
they tell him on the 25th and now he is his faithful companion
with red and with Bryan they are the complete team.
Today he has what he dreamed and in Colombia he could not
thanks to the atocha child his family nothing is missing
As everything is quiet, there are times when
the clubs and the casinos are the luxuries that you love
Enjoy the best wine and the guerrillas will make you suffer.
Cooking and transporting began smuggling
first with the bravest of the brave animals
they were related and opened another market
from the Colombian jungle they took to the other side
It represents two flags the Colombian Mexico.
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Only among all we can make this a better place :)