El Guanabana
Es de raza michoacan
Guanaba lo apodaban era
Su nombre roberto
Ceballos alvarez sonaba
Por terrenos californianos
Con respeto el se llama
En tepeke michoacan
Amargos tragos le dava
Nunka parento tristeza
Sus sonrisa siempre estaba
De lado a lado en su cara
Nunca lo beian de malas
Con problemas familiares
Y decandesia de pobrezas
Fueron alzando su ambre
Y se empuzo nuebas metas
Qeria salir de akel oyo
No bibir en la miseria
Estados amerikanos
Diron su rostro seguido
Enverdesian los barrancos
Entre todos lo encinos
Sus plantas tenian balor
Eran muy buenos platios
Un dia llegaba asu casa
Ia lo estaban esperando
Sabian qe bien trabajaba
Desidieron retirarlo
De la vida y de la mafia
Y asi poder acabarlo
El mosko a prometido
Ver por tu esposa y tu ijo
El mayo y valdo te extrañan
Dice el guero no es lo mismo
El cotorreo en borrachera
Por cotersia buen amiwo
The Guanabana
From Michoacan descent
They called him Guanabana
His name was Roberto
Ceballos Alvarez was his dream
Through Californian lands
He is respectfully known
In Tepeque, Michoacan
Bitter drinks he would have
Never showed sadness
His smile was always there
From side to side on his face
They never saw him in a bad mood
With family problems
And poverty's decay
They raised his hunger
And pushed him towards new goals
He wanted to leave that hole
Not live in misery
American states
Kept his face in sight
The ravines turned green
Among all the oaks
His plants had value
They were very good crops
One day he arrived home
They were already waiting for him
They knew he worked well
They decided to retire him
From life and from the mafia
And thus be able to finish him
The mosquito promised
To look after your wife and child
El Mayo and Valdo miss you
El Guero says it's not the same
The partying in drunkenness
Out of courtesy, good friend