Las Culebras (part. El Coyote y Su Banda Tierra Santa)

To distinguish the snakes, give them the money
The small match can burn the whole hill
The tongue is a weapon, gentlemen, more dangerous than a horn

In the year 1911, I carry on my waist
I have good thoughts that last very little
Because when I'm hot, I clash with stubborn people

I greatly appreciate the respect my friends give me
There are several annoying ones, seeking my last breath
So that prayers are said in my house, only if they find me asleep

To distinguish the snakes, take away their money
He who doesn't use his tongue well, ends up in the hole
And even if the match is lit, it doesn't burn if it rained on the hill

They uncovered the trust and now they're covering their elbows
They put their skin at risk to fill their pockets
I doubt they'll grow old, the trigger confirmed it to me

They came in quietly, then they turned cowardly
If they want to get rid of the hiccups, go to the henhouse
And gather those missing so they can look for me without fear