Ando Alineando Cabrones

I'm aligning bastards
Like aligning onions
Because there are many
Spilling out of the pot
Either snakes align with me
Or the horse's tail burns

I'm going to clear the mountain
To burn the thorns
I remove whatever bothers me
To clear my path
With the tool I carry
I can knock down the oaks

I did many favors
And they completely forgot
That and much more I deserve
For creating pigs
I never thought that one day
They would bite my hand

There are those who reach the top
And the position harms them

They forget about friends
But that's not strange at all
The truth is that the fall
Arrives sooner or later

I don't hang out with ducks
Much less with parrots
Because they dirty the stake
And never shut their beaks
The dog that barks a lot
I always burn its snout

They say they want to knock me down
Like the guisache tree its branches
But for fear of getting pricked
Don't be so eager
They will peel snakes off me
Like the monkey with the banana

I don't care about hawks
I am a mountain hawk
I have my claws ready
In case the war begins
Whoever dares, I swear
Will be swallowed by the earth