La Muerte de Manuelon
Las lágrimas de un recluso
Salieron del alma a causa de un gran daño
Que provocó la noticia de que en Culiacán
Están velando a su hermano
Era Manuel Torres Félix con clave El 14
Y de apodo El Ondeado
El que le llora es un hombre
Muy hombre de nombre, Javier, es su hermano
Octubre 13 del 12, poblado Oso Viejo
Fuiste el escenario
De aquel combate suicida
Masacre abusiva de uno contra varios
Más de 28 soldados fuertemente armados
Contra un mercenario
Que les peleó hasta la muerte
De frente, valientes que no nacen diario
Váyase tío pa' la casa, ya no está su raza
Y ahí vienen los guachos
Esta vez no vienen solos
Vienen codo a codo con los del gabacho
No se preocupen, sobrinos
Agarren camino que al rato los wacho
Pero antes que se despidan
Tráiganme comida, plebes, no sean gachos
Balas desde la azotea le tiró la DEA
Y Manuel contestaba
Con una super pa'l cielo y la otra a los perros
Del suelo atacaban
Las dos tronaban a un tiempo
Más de 400 tiros disparaba
Pero se le acabó el parque
Y boludos y tanques ahí lo remataban
Adiós, hermano del alma
Tres días antes de su muerte
Les pegó muy fuerte a los militares
Esa vez les quitó el hipo
Pues traía su equipo y 50 unidades
Los hizo correr al modo
Que el gran viejo lobo les causó pesares
Y así lo hizo muchas veces
Incontables veces, en varios lugares
Lo llevaron a Los Llanos
Amigos y hermanos, ahí todos lo vieron
Cuentan que los altos mandos
Del cielo, volando al viejón despidieron
Su caballo consentido
Pegó un relinchido que todos oyeron
Ese día El Cuaco sin fuete
Sin rienda y jinete bailó en el potrero
Descanse en paz, compadrito
Faltaba poquito pa que lo mirara
Atrás quedó su cuchillo
Disfrute al Tachillo que tanto extrañaba
Su muerte me duele tanto
Pues, no sabe cuánto yo acá lo he soñado
Son palabras de Javier
Pa' su hermano Manuel
Hombres de sangre brava
The Death of Manuelon
The tears of a prisoner
Came from the soul due to a great pain
Caused by the news that in Culiacán
They’re mourning for his brother
It was Manuel Torres Félix, known as El 14
And by the nickname El Ondeado
The one who cries is a man
A real man named Javier, he’s his brother
October 13th, 2012, in Oso Viejo
You were the scene
Of that suicidal fight
An abusive massacre of one against many
More than 28 heavily armed soldiers
Against a mercenary
Who fought them to the death
Face to face, brave men who aren’t born every day
Get out of here, uncle, go home, your crew's gone
And here come the guys
This time they’re not alone
They’re coming shoulder to shoulder with the gringos
Don’t worry, nephews
Get out of here, the guys are coming
But before you say goodbye
Bring me some food, kids, don’t be dicks
Bullets from the rooftop were fired by the DEA
And Manuel responded
With one shot to the sky and the other at the dogs
From the ground they attacked
Both were firing at the same time
Over 400 shots were fired
But he ran out of ammo
And fools and tanks finished him off
Goodbye, brother of my soul
Three days before his death
He hit the military hard
That time he took their breath away
Because he had his gear and 50 units
He made them run like
The great old wolf caused them grief
And he did it many times
Countless times, in various places
They took him to Los Llanos
Friends and brothers, there everyone saw him
They say that the high command
From the sky, sent off the old man flying
His pampered horse
Let out a neigh that everyone heard
That day El Cuaco without a whip
Without reins and rider danced in the pasture
Rest in peace, buddy
It was almost time for me to see him
His knife was left behind
Enjoy with Tachillo that he missed so much
His death hurts me so much
Because you don’t know how much I’ve dreamed of him here
These are Javier’s words
For his brother Manuel
Men of fierce blood