El Indio Zatarain

His last name is Zatarain from this corrido that I sing
He's not afraid of death, always defying it
Says I was born to die, so they better start thinking

His enemies seek him out to kill him
But he defends his life with his gun, I can swear it
Those who have tried to kill him don't live to tell the tale

Everyone calls him the Indian because his blood is Aztec
He knows the big cartels from Reynosa to Agua Prieta
He remembers the king of the big ones, Don Manuel Salcido Auzeta

Here's a shoutout to his buddy Chivo and his buddy Beto
And let's head to Salto, Sinaloa, yeehaw

He's just like his father, with immeasurable courage
Whoever looks for him finds him, and Mazatlan is a witness
He doesn't measure when it comes to serving, and he dies for a friend

Many would like to kill him but they fear the ring
He already has several heads that didn't know fear
But when face to face with the Indian, they couldn't

The Aztec Indian has lived in Mazatlan, Sinaloa
Where there are beautiful girls lulled by the waves
Where his rivals used to live, now only empty houses can be seen