Mataron a Mi Hermano
Aveces me siento triste cuando me llega el recuerdo
Que mataron a mi hermano tal como si fuera un perro
Solamente así pudieron
Pinches batos traicioneros
Apenas tenia 20 años empezaba a ver la vida
Le sobraban las agallas le gustaba la movida
Poco a poco fue creciendo tenia mente de suicida
Me gusta el dinero
Me gustan las viejas
Y las trocas perras alegres decía
Jalaba las bandas en semana santa
Allá en mazatlán como se divertía
A como lo extraño
Sufro día con día
Por lo que le hicieron
Pagaran con creces me deben su vida
Tenia un rancho allá en la loma donde creaba sus becerros
Le decían los campesinos tu eres un muchacho bueno
Ojala que dios te cuide vas como espuma pal cielo
Ya se metieron tlacuaches
Y no saldrá ni uno vivo
Miren que van pal infierno se muy bien lo que les digo
Por ese daño que hicieron no querrán ni haber nacido
Me gusta el dinero
Me gustan las viejas
Y las trocas perras alegres decía
Jalaba las bandas en semana santa
Allá en mazatlán como se divertía
A como lo extraño
Sufro día con día
Por lo que le hicieron
Pagaran con creces me deben su vida
Me deben su vida
They Killed My Brother
Sometimes I feel sad when the memory comes to me
That they killed my brother as if he were a dog
Only that way they could
Damn treacherous guys
He was only 20 years old starting to see life
He had plenty of guts, he liked the scene
Little by little he grew up, he had a suicidal mind
I like money
I like women
And the lively trucks, he used to say
He pulled the bands during Holy Week
In Mazatlán, how he enjoyed himself
How much I miss him
I suffer day by day
For what they did to him
They will pay dearly, they owe me his life
He had a ranch up on the hill where he raised his calves
The peasants used to say, 'You are a good boy'
I hope God takes care of you, you are going like foam to heaven
The weasels have already gotten in
And not one will come out alive
Look, they are going to hell, I know very well what I'm saying
For the harm they did, they won't even want to have been born
I like money
I like women
And the lively trucks, he used to say
He pulled the bands during Holy Week
In Mazatlán, how he enjoyed himself
How much I miss him
I suffer day by day
For what they did to him
They will pay dearly, they owe me his life
They owe me his life