La Historia Del 20 by Los Plebes Del Rancho de Ariel Camacho (english translation)
The wind is heard sad at the ranch of San Javier
out there they look at the horses, because now it's like yesterday
every one that came to the ranch and everything was so different
This is the story of the 20th, I'll tell you here
That stream so scaly, even barefoot walked
of my mistress I heard scream when home did not arrive
my old man there in the portal drying with cloth
Coming from the mountains, the day was long
When I was older, the city would lower me
to look for a better future that hope
I started selling tortillas, all day I was looking for him
Well the green pocho horn, a lot of tin that gave me
Life went around and I got into the play
when I walked in the north, my pennies earned me
I was always a serious person, I never liked any vice
I did not take a walk taking, to give me my enfiestadas
With the liquid I made a fair, that I never imagined
that turned it into dust, from below it arrived
he sent it to the gabacho, some went and another arrived
I made good friends and compadres in the mafia
I always kept up, the thing went wild
He could no longer be a heretic, he also brought armed people
my people of the short and if they died in the line
some with the vague cholo, the friendship I took care of
There I'll ask you again, take good care of my plevada
Do not be discouraged and treat the race well
I always set the example, be honest with people
here says goodbye to 20 and guamuchil was my house
Only among all we can make this a better place :)