Manuel Torres Felix

Everything has been said
Everything has been written
Everyone knows, what else can I tell you
Manuel Torres Félix, waved and tough
Son of the plains and the little box

Even Pancho Villa goes to justice, people
Leave convenient traitors
Although I'm not Villa
I'm also brave
And when they look for me, I locate, I rise, I torture, I execute
And bury in hot

I wasn't cursed, the dogs made me
I was a peasant and also a rancher
By killing Tachio, they don't know what they did
I wanted to see the devil and they achieved it

Beloved son, you're just a memory
A sad accordion left without its owner
But the guilty ones are already in the fire
I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms, in several pieces
To hell itself

Latest news shouted the debate
Manuel against bloody guachos combat
We faced each other when there was combat
When I surrounded them, they didn't want to face me
Little buddy, brother, and friend Javier
Although they are not found, I will see them soon
His people are waiting for him and his throne too
They send greetings to El Chapo, El Mayo, Gonzalo, and Los Antrax to the Great Jt

I wasn't cursed
The dogs made me
I was a peasant and also a rancher
By killing Tachio, they don't know what they did
They wanted to see the devil and they achieved it

Beloved son, it's just a memory
A sad accordion left without its owner
But the guilty ones are already in the fire
I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms, in several pieces
To hell itself