Pacas de a Kilo

I like to walk through the mountains
I grew up among the bushes
And I learned to do the math
Just by counting sacks
I like to outsmart the traps
That the feds set up

Close to the mountains
I have a cattle ranch
Cattle without ticks
That I take abroad
How cute my cows look
With lamb tails

My Father's friends
Admire and respect me
In four and three hundred meters
I lift the airplanes
Of different calibers
I handle the machine guns

The wizard accompanies me
Because he has been a great friend
Master on the small runway
Also very cautious
He knows that in this job
It's not good to fly asleep

For the business I have
I stroll wherever I want
I don't like them to assume things about me
Nor look at me badly
I like them to talk to me
But I don't believe everything

They're out there gossiping
Saying they'll catch me one day
Snakes don't scare me
I know how to lose and win
I carry a chivo horn
For anyone who wants to step up

The pine trees give me shade
My ranch, bricks by the kilo
I'm medium height
The bull for my friends
Forgive me for not usually
Telling you my last names

Goodbye lands of Coahuila
Of Sinaloa and Durango
Of Sonora and Tamaulipas
Chihuahua, you're falling behind
If you want to meet me in Jalisco
I'm out and about