Atanacio Torres
Entre hombres valientes se han dado
De agallas pa morir en la ralla
Hoy la muestra la pusho tashillo
Q no hay q tenerle miedo a nada
El murio con musha desventaja
Pero con su escoadra contestaba
Atanacio torres o tashillo
Como bitache te comportaste
Pues eras igoalito a tu padre
Veneno te corria por la sangre
Hasta la moerte le demostraste
Q nunca a nadie te le rajaste
Sangre fria corria por tus venas
Nunca demostraste cobardia
Protegiste bien a tu familia
Y por eso perdiste la vida
Impusiste tu ley de vivirla
Peleando a como tu lo decias
Ayy le va compa tashillo a donde qiera q se encoentre mi amigo
Gusto por tocar el acordion
A varios le alegraste la vida
Fue tu gusto y fue tu pasatiempo
Y tambien corridos componias
Tu padre te va a extrañar bastante
Heredaste de el la valentia
De volada se encendia el coraje
Hasta q vengaba se apagaba
Tu cobraste tu vida musho antes
De q la moerte a ti te llevara
Tu padre juro ante tu tumba
Q la otra parte el la cobraba
Hay despedias muy dolorosas
Y esta no esta partiendo el alma
Fuiste bueno a la buena y sincero
Y muy malo malvado a la mala
Siempre te recordare mi amigo
Con el corrido q tu cantabas
Al el le gusta rifarse la vida
Dia y noshe el pellejo arriesgando
Tal vez en lugares conocidos
Tal ven en lugares muy extraños
Tengan cuidado sus enemigos
Manuel torres los anda buscando
Atanacio Torres
Among brave men they have faced
With courage to die on the line
Today the pusho tashillo shows it
That there's nothing to be afraid of
He died at a great disadvantage
But he answered with his squad
Atanacio Torres or tashillo
Like a bitache you behaved
Because you were just like your father
Poison ran through your blood
Until death you showed him
That you never backed down from anyone
Cold blood ran through your veins
You never showed cowardice
You protected your family well
And that's why you lost your life
You imposed your way of living it
Fighting as you said
Here goes compa tashillo wherever my friend is
Enjoy playing the accordion
You brightened many lives
It was your pleasure and pastime
And you also composed corridos
Your father will miss you greatly
You inherited from him the courage
The rage ignited quickly
Until it was extinguished by revenge
You paid with your life long before
Death took you
Your father swore at your grave
That he would collect the other part
There are very painful farewells
And this one is not breaking the soul
You were good to the good and sincere
And very bad and evil to the bad
I will always remember you my friend
With the corrido that you sang
He likes to risk his life
Day and night risking his skin
Maybe in familiar places
Maybe in very strange places
His enemies should be careful
Manuel Torres is looking for them