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The Indian Zatarain

Los Cadetes de Linares

El Indio Zatarain

Su apellido es zatarain de este corrido que canto
El no le teme a la muerte siempre la anda desafiando
Dice naci pa morirme pa que lo vayan pensando

Los enemigos que tienen lo buscan para matarlo
Pero el defiende su vida con su arma puedo jurarlo
Los que han querido matarlo no viven para contarlo

Todos le dicen el indio porque su sangre es azteca
Conoce a grandes carteles de reynosa hasta agua prieta
Recuerda al rey de los grandes don manuel salcido auzeta

Hay le va un saludo para el compa chivo y al compa beto
Y amonos pal salto sinaloa oigaaaa.

Salio igualito a su padre con un valor desmedido
El que lo busca lo encuentra y mazatlan es testigo
Para servir no se mide y se muere por un amigo

Varios quisieran matarlo pero le temen al ruedo
Ya debe varias cabezas que no conocian el miedo
Pero al estar frente a frente con el indio no puedieron

El indio azteca ah vivido en mazatlan sinaloa
Donde hay muchachas bonitas que las arruyan las olas
Donde vivian sus rivales ya se ven las casas solas.

The Indian Zatarain

His last name is Zatarain from this corrido that I sing
He's not afraid of death, always defying it
Says I was born to die, so they better start thinking

His enemies seek him out to kill him
But he defends his life with his gun, I can swear it
Those who have tried to kill him don't live to tell the tale

Everyone calls him the Indian because his blood is Aztec
He knows the big cartels from Reynosa to Agua Prieta
He remembers the king of the big ones, Don Manuel Salcido Auzeta

Here's a shoutout to his buddy Chivo and his buddy Beto
And let's head to Salto, Sinaloa, yeehaw

He's just like his father, with immeasurable courage
Whoever looks for him finds him, and Mazatlan is a witness
He doesn't measure when it comes to serving, and he dies for a friend

Many would like to kill him but they fear the ring
He already has several heads that didn't know fear
But when face to face with the Indian, they couldn't

The Aztec Indian has lived in Mazatlan, Sinaloa
Where there are beautiful girls lulled by the waves
Where his rivals used to live, now only empty houses can be seen

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