Sometimes I think
mostly walking fart
if it will be worth carrying
the life I lead, I live among luxury
and riches but there are not those that I want ..
My grandson has already left,
his father is still a captive, my brother
great companion also
found in prison and the rest
from my offspring very few times
I look at you ..
Sixty-something I complied, but
I still feel strong, sometimes
I feel broken when I remember
to vicente, but if the child does not cry
how will the boss cry?
Bernardo, alonso and ramón,
thanks for continuing with me
there were good and bad and even
we are still united, company
do not sit down, you know that never
I forget it ..
Money gives power, but
do not buy a life, if not
I would have bought the one
the one who left one day, pa '
make a gift to my son, it would be
his eternal joy ..
The tree is still standing,
its branches give it life,
Do not break the old man
lack still do not worry compadre,
that this man does not withdraw.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)