Platicando Con Mi Cuerno
Fui a caminar a la sierra
Pa' despejarme la mente
Lleve un bolson de perico
Y unos tragos de aguardiente
Solo mi cuerno de chivo
Me acompaña como siempre
Desde la cima del cerro
Todo mi pueblo miraba
Y seria por el perico
Pero a mi cuerno le hablaba
Repasando por mi mente
A lo que me dedicaba
Le preguntaba a mi cuerno
Cuantas balas has tronado
Dime mi cuerno de chivo
Cuantas vidas has quitado
Mi cuerno no contestaba
Ahí estaba muy callado
Hablado
Y el saludo es, para gerardo beltrán
Arriba toda la gente de la sierra compas
Hice con mi propia vida
La vida de un pistolero
Contigo hicieron un arma
Con un pedazo de acero
Tal vez yo escoji mi suerte
Pero por ti decidieron
He defendido mi vida pero
Tú me has ayudado
Y si algún día me encerraran
Tal vez quedarás librado
Pero seguiras matando
Pues ya naciste marcado
Y si algún día me fallaras
Y muero en la balacera
Debajo de estos encinos
Aquí por favor me entierran
Y que te entierren conmigo
Para que ya nadien muera
Talking With My Horn
I went for a walk in the mountains
To clear my mind
I took a bag of cocaine
And some shots of aguardiente
Only my rifle
Accompanies me as always
From the top of the hill
All my town was watching
And maybe it was because of the cocaine
But I was talking to my rifle
Reviewing in my mind
What I dedicated myself to
I asked my rifle
How many bullets have you fired
Tell me my rifle
How many lives have you taken
My rifle didn't answer
It was very quiet
Talking
And the greeting is, for Gerardo Beltrán
Up all the people from the mountain friends
I made with my own life
The life of a gunman
With you they made a weapon
With a piece of steel
Maybe I chose my fate
But they decided for you
I have defended my life but
You have helped me
And if one day they lock me up
Maybe you will be free
But you will keep killing
Because you were born marked
And if one day you fail me
And I die in the shootout
Under these oaks
Please bury me here
And bury you with me
So that no one else dies
Escrita por: Gerardo Beltrán García