They were playing poker, so they killed the time
My sevens go for their rest, smiling said Gonzalo
From mere Guadalajara, he wore a charro hat
Ramón and Carlos paid, Escobar poured himself a drink
When they were notified by direct line, in code
You have to toast with champagne, the plane arrived to Chicago
Something is bothering me, the accounts are not clear
The drug floods Uncle Sam, the Latinos weapons
They are the two pests of the world, which will take care of the customs
Pablo moved the planes, Ramón and Carlos the boats,
Iriarte took care of the condor, and Gonzalo the horses
That the bankers will move, that they have such expensive clients
Leisure is the father of vice, the poker game of the devil
And the barons of the narco, playing kill the time
Reviran up with lives, the five godchildren of the Devil
Only among all we can make this a better place :)