La Vida Marca Los Rumbos
La vida marca los rumbos
El destino da los pasos
El hombre que es de talento
Va buscando sus espacios
Asi el alcon por el aire corta alas aves el paso
Yo conosco gente grande en mi sinaloa querido
Cada quien en sus negocios
Los cuidan cuan ahi al nido
Unos con grandes calibres
Y otros con mucho sentido
Hoy le canto a una persona catalogado de fino
Orgulloso de la sierra tierra de robles y encinos
Manuel torres es su nombre m1 pa sus amigos
Su espalda la cuida un angel
Su madrecita querida
Agradecido su reina el ser que le dio la vida
Por eso entre las mujeres su madre es la concentida
No tiembla al trueno del cielo
Ni se ahoga al agua revuelta
Te mira de frente a frente
Y a nadie saca la vuelta
Panteras las ah topado y todas se encuentran muertas
M1 ya se despide se ba con rumbo a los llanos
Se va pensando en su padre
Tambien en javier su hermano
Diosito cuidalos siempre
Tiendeles siempre tu mano
Life Marks the Paths
Life marks the paths
Destiny takes the steps
The talented man
Is seeking his spaces
Just like the falcon cuts through the air, blocking the birds' path
I know great people in my beloved Sinaloa
Each one in their businesses
They protect them like they're in a nest
Some with big calibers
And others with a lot of sense
Today I sing to a person classified as refined
Proud of the mountain land of oaks and evergreens
Manuel Torres is his name, M1 to his friends
An angel watches over his back
His dear mother
Grateful, his queen, the being who gave him life
That's why among women, his mother is the favorite
He doesn't tremble at the thunder from the sky
Nor drowns in troubled waters
He looks you straight in the eye
And doesn't back down from anyone
He has faced panthers and they all end up dead
M1 now says goodbye, he goes towards the plains
He goes thinking of his father
Also of Javier, his brother
God, always watch over them
Always extend your hand to them