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The Bow

Torbellino

El Moño

Es dificil agarrarce
Si andan flotando en el aire
Y no es dificil ahogarce
Cuando nadar tu no sabees
Y el que pela con la muerte
Es mui raro el que le gane
Desde culiacan salio
En su avion particular
El moño la pilotiaba
Iva pa el rancho el pilar
Aver una mercanciaa
Porque la qeria comprar

Llego y formalizo el trato
Y despego asu rutato
Cuando se pago el motor
Sintio que sudaba el lado
Y en su vicion miro tumbas
La muerte queria atraparlo

Se fue planeando en sua vion
Que crusaria por su mente
Alla cayo entre los cerros
Y desafiando ala muerte
El moño logro vencerlaa
Se encuentra vivo por suerte

Ahi le va compa sazueta y ami
Compa ramiro cordoba bamonos pa hermosillo pariente

Siempre un mal tiempo trae otro
Por alla aprovecho un teedo
Alla en la clinica selcius
Le mandaron al govierno
Y el licenciado su hermano
De ahi lo llevaron preso

Le quitan carros blindados
Armas y credencial falsas
Y le sacaron un recor de muertes
Que le achacaban
Y obtubo la libertad
Por ilfluencias dela mafia

Pero al moño le abisaron
Del ospital se escapo
Supe que ya se livio y el licenciado
Salio andan buscando alos tedos
Yo no creo qe aiga perdoon''

The Bow

It's hard to hold on
If they're floating in the air
And it's not hard to drown
When you don't know how to swim
And the one who fights with death
It's very rare for him to win
He left from Culiacan
In his private plane
The bow was piloting it
He was going to Rancho El Pilar
To see some merchandise
Because he wanted to buy it

He arrived and formalized the deal
And took off on his route
When the engine was paid for
He felt his side sweating
And in his vision he saw graves
Death wanted to trap him

He went planning in his plane
What would cross his mind
There he fell among the hills
And defying death
The bow managed to overcome it
He is alive by luck

Here it goes, buddy Sazueta and me
Buddy Ramiro Cordoba, let's go to Hermosillo, cousin

One bad time always brings another
Over there he took advantage of a roof
There at the Celsius clinic
They sent him to the government
And the lawyer, his brother
From there they took him prisoner

They took away armored cars
Weapons and fake credentials
And they brought up a record of deaths
That they blamed on him
And he obtained freedom
Through mafia influences

But the bow was warned
He escaped from the hospital
I heard he's already free and the lawyer
Went out looking for the roofs
I don't think there's forgiveness

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