Sabas Lopez
La boca me sabe a sangre
y es que me siento ofendido
mataron a mi hermanito
el mejor de mis amigos.
Me esta llegando triste
y es que tocaron mi nombre
porque como lo mataron
para mi no es cosa de hombres.
Yo no se si lo buscaban
pero lo agarraron lejos
lo mataron por la espalda
allá por Zihuatanejo.
Mañana salgo temprano
voy a salir a buscarlos
y me matan o los mato
porque también soy su hermano.
Si el diablo se me aparece
tratando de defenderlos
nomás que se vista de hombre
le desbarato el infierno.
Se esta llegando la hora
en que saldremos del mito
mataron a Sabas López
pero quedo su hermanito.
Voy a bordarle un sarape
bien ribeteado de balas
para enseñarles que aun López
no se le pega en la espalda
Sírvanme un caldo de cuervo
y una sopa de cangrejo
mataron a Sabas López
allá por Zihuatanejo.
Sabas Lopez
My mouth tastes like blood
and I feel offended
they killed my little brother
the best of my friends.
Sadness is coming over me
because they mentioned my name
the way they killed him
is not manly to me.
I don't know if they were looking for him
but they caught him far away
they killed him from behind
over in Zihuatanejo.
Tomorrow I'll leave early
I'll go out to look for them
and they'll kill me or I'll kill them
because I'm also their brother.
If the devil appears to me
trying to defend them
just let him dress as a man
I'll wreck hell for him.
The time is coming
when we'll leave the myth
they killed Sabas Lopez
but his little brother remains.
I'll embroider a sarape
well trimmed with bullets
to show them that even a Lopez
is not hit in the back.
Serve me a crow broth
and a crab soup
they killed Sabas Lopez
over in Zihuatanejo.