El Cuestionario

If they ask where I come from, how many people I have
What I'm doing, what my function is
I'm an armed arm, that should be clear
I won't give more information
Whoever has trouble, I bring 7 cars
The last question, truth be told, I forgot

They want to buy my hides but I don't sell
What cost my two old folks so much
I'm not just anyone to be put up for sale
And I have my toston on strike
If you want to sing me a fistful of dirt, let's negotiate it
And we'll see each other at the poopoon

They thought I was just a little touchy
When they tried to steal my life
But what a big surprise they got when they saw what I held
It was my horn advocating for my life
Oh, what a beautiful ruse I set up that day
I left the swallows standing

(And wait for the tamales, my mobiles that are about to come out of the pot)

They set up the bell over the disorganized sepapa
The law found them
The pointers disappeared and they managed to catch me
Luck played me a bad hand, wrapped in the net
Oh well, what was I going to do

Right now there's no signal, I only have 2 bars but no one changes companies
All this land is my territory and my battery never runs out
The chargers always go with me, one is for war
And the other one lifts me up

Glory to those who have left us
And good luck to those who stayed
To the government, all my anger
I hope the day comes when I can express it
May despair not visit the little school
And may the family continue to be respected
These are my most cherished wishes