For the salty people, the wero is very appreciated
because he has always been on this side
he's a son of lamberto, for the old man my respects
How hard to fill that hat
With the death of his apa I take the reins
and next to his carnal I form the company
they say wero executioner, load fire and smoke
his word and is the one that counts
A squad in the seat, warns me of laments
so that more explanations, I am the son of lamberto
the knight's super warns me of the bad
I am the wero and I sunbathe with the same sun of May
Sportswear, for flour, carolina shirt
and a mid-chest torso that takes care of him
sports car, a wick for the road
and for the ranch the back of a good foal
There are sapphires, there are also diamonds
but here only the bullets is what they are worth
so they know, what matters is the rider
not the horse, nor the rope
Here I tie the thing, a turn for the coast
of procedure we pull some chopas
I already hit the bandona, the waist of a morra
and in the hand a whiskey lucan on the rocks
Well at ease pistiando in the banana
and a padlock that does not open any
for that is the 38, with the hair to the man
the little saint does not let me
Friends are scarce, trust has been lost
little chairs at my table, that though he chose
a cross with blessings that takes care of me when walking
I am the executioner of traitors, to check there no more
Merchant of the good, to the point I go straight
for what the hell are we going around with detours
very dear to the Mayos, I do not need more
and that's why I do not foam in another glass
I need you in the cards games
well you know seraphim sambado
Compadito, we are waiting for you, from here I send you a hug
say goodbye
Only among all we can make this a better place :)