I'm going over the clouds,
the turbines make noise nothing but a buzzing sound
while we break the wind I'm doing the run
I suggest you analyze what I write
and greetings to all my friends ...
From here on the heights,
I can see my town
I can return the time
how much I remember my childhood I also miss my old man,
that man in huaraches and hat
I will never forget that rancher ...
there is no impediment to continue with my story
with a drink I already relax with two I am happy
and what does it matter if I come scratching the sky
from the earth and or my feet I do not detach ...
(...)
I'm still in the air
I go direct and without scales
as fast as a bullet
my view in the window is still looking at the map
enjoying the green of the mountains
and the blue of the sky as well as the water ...
We have entered to sound
the knife is located
and that wheel so mentioned
by the way on the road you look a long row
They are the Yaquis who protect their house well
outraged they say here they do not pass ...
Here I leave the corrido
I'm still in the base
my destiny is approaching
and my destiny was an 'H'
how I was very close to my father
I composed these verses from the air.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)