Buchana, Cerveza Y Banda

Born in Jala, Durango
Raised among gamecocks
And between ravines and trails
The friend shaped his life
And although he doesn't live in his land
He visits very often

Buchana, beer, and band
To the little ranch in Jala
Let them play good corridos
The all-nighter has begun
A horn bathed in gold
Is heard in the early morning

He had to be from Durango
Because it runs through his veins
His father passed it down to him
The evidence is there
He works hard and solid
Doesn't let the business fall

It's not good to look down
Nor too high up
What I have has cost me
That's the law of life
I have everything I want
And I enjoy life

His name is Santos Molina
To whom I dedicate the corrido
He doesn't go around showing off
Because he's a calm man
He always takes it easy
Don't think he's making noise

I appreciate my buddy Lupe
He knows he can count on me
I learned many things from you
We have fun hunting
We like good trophies
But also the tender ones

I even send a sincere greeting
To the little ranch in Jala
And to those who truly appreciate me
I dedicate my respect
I have fun in Tamazula
And in Culiacan, I stay up all night