El Asesino Enhiervado
Yo lo vi estaba solo
Eso nadie me lo dijo
Con botellas en la meza
Y una bolsa de polvito
Se enpinaba la botella
Y le dava un jaloncito
Saco una cuarenta y cinco
Y el retrato de una dama
Lo encendio con un serillo
Y en la meza ardia en llamas
Y estaba bien enhiervado
Con el diablo en las entrañas
Se avento un trago de whisky
Y un alineadon de coca
Y salio descontrolado
Luego se subio en su troca
Y de hay se fue a buscarla
Con el rumbo de reynosa
Dicen que llego hasta el pueblo
Y partio su camioneta
Enfrentito de una casa
Y luego toco la puerta
Y cuando le abrio la dama
Que grande fue la sorpresa
E descarga su pistola
En el bientre a sangre fria
Cuando estaba agonisando
Sollozando le decia
Has matado al hijo tuyo
Que muy pronto naceria
Los que vieron platicaron
Que antes de morir le dijo
Te deje cariño mio
Por que tu tienes tu vicio
Que enseñansa ibas a darle
Ya cuando naciera tu hijo
Al oir las confeciones
Se pego un tiro en la frente
Y abrazado de la dama
Tambien encontro la muerte
Y al mirar aquella escena
Quedo asombrada la gente
La droga, el trago y las armas
No pueden ser compañeras
Son tres cosas negativas
Y por eso no se llevan
El que quiera convinarlas
Cosa buena no le espera
The High Killer
I saw him, he was alone
No one told me
With bottles on the table
And a bag of powder
He tilted the bottle
And took a little puff
He pulled out a forty-five
And a lady's portrait
He lit it with a match
And it burned on the table
And he was really high
With the devil in his guts
He took a swig of whiskey
And a line of coke
And went out of control
Then he got into his truck
And from there he went to look for her
Heading towards Reynosa
They say he made it to the town
And crashed his truck
In front of a house
And then he knocked on the door
And when the lady opened it
What a big surprise it was
He unloads his gun
Into her belly in cold blood
As she was dying
Sobbing, she said
You've killed your own son
Who would have been born soon
Those who saw talked
That before dying he said
I left you, my love
Because you have your vice
What lesson were you going to give
Once your child was born
Upon hearing the confessions
He shot himself in the head
And embraced the lady
He also found death
And upon seeing that scene
The people were astonished
Drugs, alcohol, and weapons
Cannot be companions
They are three negative things
And that's why they don't mix
Whoever wants to combine them
No good thing awaits