Mataron a Mi Hermano
Banda Rancho Viejo
They Killed My Brother
Sometimes I feel sad when the memory comes to me
That they killed my brother as if he were a dog
Only that way they could
Damn treacherous guys
He was only 20 years old starting to see life
He had plenty of guts, he liked the scene
Little by little he grew up, he had a suicidal mind
I like money
I like women
And the lively trucks, he used to say
He pulled the bands during Holy Week
In Mazatlán, how he enjoyed himself
How much I miss him
I suffer day by day
For what they did to him
They will pay dearly, they owe me his life
He had a ranch up on the hill where he raised his calves
The peasants used to say, 'You are a good boy'
I hope God takes care of you, you are going like foam to heaven
The weasels have already gotten in
And not one will come out alive
Look, they are going to hell, I know very well what I'm saying
For the harm they did, they won't even want to have been born
I like money
I like women
And the lively trucks, he used to say
He pulled the bands during Holy Week
In Mazatlán, how he enjoyed himself
How much I miss him
I suffer day by day
For what they did to him
They will pay dearly, they owe me his life
They owe me his life
