He was humble and calm,
But sign your way of being,
For not paying a few kilos,
It was easier to kill than duty,
We are horsemen and on the road,
A son of each one met ...
It was the price of his death,
Don Rene was worth that and more,
Money is not barter,
His death is what they wanted to charge,
As the father did not give them their forehead,
His son went to lift ...
The boy owed them nothing,
But it served to find him,
Even so he did not want to show his face,
Not even the strength man wanted to be,
Better the government was delivered,
Leaving the son to his faith.
(Music)
It was moored, it was not a piece,
And released some time later,
You will live in shame,
For a father like that have,
That is a lot of fear that manifests,
If the son on the cross is going to put ...
They gave him twenty years,
The prison made him confess,
Outside is a coat,
Because the account wants to settle,
Because even if he is locked up,
Your palenque will have to step ...
And if inside you can not,
A pause will be for question,
As money can do everything,
Carlitos seeks resignation,
He says that no matter how much the world rolls,
He does not remove his finger from the line.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)