La Vida Marca Los Rumbos

Life marks the paths
Destiny takes the steps
The talented man
Is seeking his spaces
Just like the falcon cuts through the air, blocking the birds' path

I know great people in my beloved Sinaloa
Each one in their businesses
They protect them like they're in a nest
Some with big calibers
And others with a lot of sense

Today I sing to a person classified as refined
Proud of the mountain land of oaks and evergreens
Manuel Torres is his name, M1 to his friends

An angel watches over his back
His dear mother
Grateful, his queen, the being who gave him life
That's why among women, his mother is the favorite

He doesn't tremble at the thunder from the sky
Nor drowns in troubled waters
He looks you straight in the eye
And doesn't back down from anyone
He has faced panthers and they all end up dead

M1 now says goodbye, he goes towards the plains
He goes thinking of his father
Also of Javier, his brother
God, always watch over them
Always extend your hand to them