La Moneda de La Vida

From Coloma he left
He was only a few years old
His childhood was very poor
He had many siblings
His father barely made
What he could from the cattle

He got tired of poverty
He threw his luck to the wind
The coin of life
The good side it showed
He picked up a profession
And earned a lot of money

He began to take his first steps
In the famous border
He started making crystal
Cooking in his own way
After he did better
He made his own pots

He came back to his land
From there he went to Culiacan
Just as he dreamed as a child
To help his parents
And his beloved siblings
He achieved his luck

Ranches, many properties
He indulges himself in a grand way
New cars at the door
Before he could ever imagine
He gives everything for his children
He doesn't mind ruining himself

If I don't give a name, it's the same
He knows I'm singing to him
And we avoid problems
You see, there's a lot of chaos
Doña Angelina is his mother
And his father is a great man