Javier El de Los Llanos
Calibre 50
Javier from the Plains
How are you Tomas, everything's great here
What a pleasure to hear you, I hope you're well
What's the word from the folks back in Coyay
Your people ask, when will you return?
Do you remember that Spanish colt
Great for dancing, turned out to be a stallion
How I miss the ranch and the smell of herbs
Sleeping in the field under the stars
The days when I walked among the paths
With my long guns
Combing the mountains, raising dust
Taking care of my land
A band that welcomes me
An embrace that heals my wounds
The bad times have passed
I'm Javier and I've returned because now
Now it's my turn
I have gray hair not because I'm old
I have the desire to work, not the right
Don't be surprised
I swear to you, this is my year
If I come back, I come back in charge
Javiercito tells you
Javier Torres from the plains
Pure caliber 50, my friend
The days when I walked among the paths
With my long guns
Combing the mountains, raising dust
Taking care of my land
A band that welcomes me
An embrace that heals my wounds
The bad times have passed
I'm Javier and I've returned because now
Now it's my turn
I have gray hair not because I'm old
I have the desire to work, not the right
Don't be surprised
I swear to you, this is my year
If I come back, I come back in charge
Javiercito tells you
Javier Torres from the plains
