Carlos

After a long caravan, Carlos returns
With a .38 in one hand and fury in his head
He had to come back with money and fulfill his promise
He's gambling for life and he's going to die in that

He has no companions, only rifles and pistols
Life of a bandit, investigated for drugs
His mother takes care of his money and sees that everything improves
He's playing to be the king of the county and the underworld

From a young age, he showed his abilities
He wanted to be strong in his business and fly planes
Living among thugs, he learned lessons
Bullets for those who mess up where they eat

From bar to bar, he spent his adolescence well
He was respected even by the toughest criminals
He smoked snow all day and lost consciousness
And so he walked through the neighborhood to make his presence known

His paranoia keeps him awake in the morning
He has problems with someone who was once his buddy
They lost a lot of merchandise in a strange way
And the one who used to offer him food now offers him bullets

He knows death or prison awaits him
It all depends on luck, which is sometimes bad
He has nowhere to hide and goes out to face it
To see if he can strike his comrade

He goes out looking for him in the neighborhood and doesn't find him
He asks several people who give him false comments and enters
To act as a hitman and will draw his gun on anyone who lies
Because the warrior dies for being a warrior and the canary tries

So it's clear that Carlos will be the first
Today he feels better than ever and goes against anyone
He wants to add another dead body to his career
He already earned hell anyway

Carlitos finds the scammer near nine o'clock
In a dark corner where he moves with his gang
He shoots and kills everyone he can
Then a series of bullets rain down on him from behind

A traitor son of a bitch with a gun on him
If this time he was hidden guarding the corner
Carlos killed and died just for cocaine
He knew very well that his day would come like this

(He knew very well that his day would come like this)