Sentado En Una Hielera
Efrain Elizalde
Sitting on a Cooler
Sitting on a cooler
And listening to a corrido
I took a sip from a chivo horn
Surrounded by my friends
With the verses I remembered
Everything I have been in life
The ground heated up for me
They were looking for me as a mobster
They accused me of several deaths
They published it in the press
And as if that wasn't enough
They even accused me of having rifles
I disappear for periods
When there's no need to show my face
I darken and don't dawn
If it's about a job
I don't have anyone to push me
I jump into the water alone
I like to listen to advice
But don't send me anything
When something goes wrong for me
Nobody scolds me
I stroll wherever I want
With ladies and comrades
