El Señor de La Montaña

Joaquin was, is, and will be
A fugitive from justice
The lord of the mountain
Also a boss in the city

Friend of good friends
Enemy of enemies
Joyful and in love
That's how he was, is, and will be

That's why the blue of the sky
Protects him from afar
Whether it's cold or hot
Culiacan is scorching
May is the most dangerous
There's protection and attention

He's backed by a colonel
Not military by rank
His father passed it down
To my friend the colonel
General captains
Haven't been able to take him down

There are little watchers and lieutenants
Chinos and also Taliban
And a chinakate who guards
Mochomos clear the paths
Where Joaquin travels
Colombia and Mexico admire

I salute the captains
Who fly day and night
From cities to the mountains
And from the mountains to the borders
Especially to the capirruri
Who has crossed the borders

Is it a stain or a stripe
What the tiger has painted?
In any case, it's already marked
But it's fierce up in the mountains
And also there in the jungle
It protects and at least captures