Mnauel Torres Sin Apodos

Gotta write these verses
Not for the fake or for no one
But for that good man
Who was born and raised in the plains of the refuge
The man with a good heart
Who's got good conversation for the party

He's the same as always
But deep down he's got feelings
In his life there's joy
Truths, lies, action in the moment
He acts with truths
And uses lies for love affairs

He likes to have fun
He likes the good stuff and indulges himself
A great love for weapons
Attention calls him and he proudly carries
He's always with a big gun
And those 4-5 he really likes

He's got a good style
And he puts his own touch on everything
He makes the horses
Take the steps that suit him best
Proven at the fair
Because he got the first position

He's the backhoe
An old man's toy as if it were a Nintendo
He likes to create his landscapes
Open paths and make his canals
That's why to get there
You have to go often to not make mistakes

Like his whole life
He's always liked to hear musical notes
That's what keeps him going
A happy heart and the women
With the notes of a band
And to the rhythm of the accordion they sound even better