Be reliable, it's great,
That will give you many doors,
The word, and the actions,
That's what counts, from a man
It has gone through the bars.
There are moments, in life,
That you have to make decisions,
The coin, goes pal' aire,
Luck is what is available,
And here we are chavalones.
Horses, women,
Also pacas of money,
A squadron, gold cup,
The road is in the village,
It's something the old man misses.
There are more important things,
His brother misses,
How to forget, the feats,
In the gaps of the desert,
L7 I remember you.
(Music)
As strange, to his father,
Also his great advice,
The blessing, from his mother,
It's stored in your chest,
As he remembers his old ones.
Not to be left, of anyone,
Today he is a prisoner,
Diler coordinates, the team,
To follow the movement,
Chava controls the terrain.
With cunning, and with brains,
And also with many eggs,
Not to lose, the floor,
And chambearle from inside,
Fulfilling the order of Alfredo.
I do not care to give them, a north,
No names that are written,
In case it applies, that of the Dorian,
Earrings with the Cabito,
011 for your team.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)