I'm going to sing a corrido,
from someone I knew ...
Distinguished journalist,
for his feather he was feared,
from Tijuana to Madrid.
They told him Felix Cat,
because he was heard saying,
that was like the cats,
that had seven destinations,
and I had to fulfill them.
It arrived from Choix, Sinaloa,
that was his native land,
but he stayed in Tijuana,
because he liked it,
and something he wanted to help.
With what he wrote in the newspaper,
the government made it tremble,
the ABC newspaper is over,
of threats a rosary,
the ZETA made popular.
With a brave feather,
he pointed out corruption,
always helped people,
and more than Two Presidents,
they paid attention.
In a treacherous way,
the end came to the cat,
once and for all,
on racehorse,
Death ran to win.
Gato Felix has already died,
they already take it to bury,
it will be one more in the list,
of brave journalists,
That's how they wanted to keep quiet.
A: Héctor Félix Miranda,
I dedicate my singing,
but do not worry,
already walks for there is the brave,
that will take your place.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)