El Cigarrito Bañado

I'm going to take three puffs of the bathed cigarette,
To feel more of that power and get rid of my fear,
A raccoon comes crooked with the big bags under my eyes that I have marked,
Lungs full of smoke, eyes very red, nose powdered.

It's not that I like to see blood but we are at war,
Sometimes activated, maybe panicked, looking for the prey,
When I dress in black, I hang my horn, infrared and chest protector,
They know I'm really sick, I'm stoned and very few come near me.

And it's not that I use drugs
Drugs use me,
That smoke calms and relaxes my nerves when something stresses me,
And even if I run out of the saw, I'll keep burning that good herb.

And until the saw runs out, buddy!
And take it out so it stinks, you old man!

I'm craftier than the old man, more dangerous than the devil
The cops have shot me, in the mountains of Durango
With a sip of whiskey, the scare went away and I kept hitting
Then I rolled a cigarette, lit it in the bush, to keep going crazy.

Eight days a week, 27 hours a day
400 days a year, at night and during the day,
I have an accelerated body, a blocked brain, and a very alert horn
Sleep is afraid of me, I get active in the heat of the day.

And it's not that I use drugs
Drugs use me,
That smoke calms and relaxes my nerves when something stresses me,
And even if I run out of the saw, I'll keep burning that good herb.

And we continue the drunkenness, buddy!
From Culiacán, Sinaloa, old man!