Platicando Con Mi Cuerno

I went for a walk in the mountains
To clear my mind
I took a bag of cocaine
And some shots of aguardiente
Only my rifle
Accompanies me as always

From the top of the hill
All my town was watching
And maybe it was because of the cocaine
But I was talking to my rifle
Reviewing in my mind
What I dedicated myself to

I asked my rifle
How many bullets have you fired
Tell me my rifle
How many lives have you taken
My rifle didn't answer
It was very quiet

Talking
And the greeting is, for Gerardo Beltrán
Up all the people from the mountain friends

I made with my own life
The life of a gunman
With you they made a weapon
With a piece of steel
Maybe I chose my fate
But they decided for you

I have defended my life but
You have helped me
And if one day they lock me up
Maybe you will be free
But you will keep killing
Because you were born marked

And if one day you fail me
And I die in the shootout
Under these oaks
Please bury me here
And bury you with me
So that no one else dies