Las Tres Llamadas
Los Cuates De Sinaloa
The Three Calls
They tied me up, blindfolded me, pointed a gun at me
Several hooded figures dressed in black
They forced the lock, kicked the door
My family cries, now it was my turn.
Long irons, initials on armored vests
Wearing military boots, soldier-like demeanor
It was ordinary people who were sent after me
I know who the good one was
He's already sentenced.
But the boss realized
My people were very offended
They rose up in arms
Three necessary calls
The voice of Mayo, Nacho, and Chapo
Was enough to set me free.
Do you want more or should I cook you an egg
In a sandwich or ranch-style
I warned them before coming
But they didn't understand
They saw me, laughed, and also hit me
For every punch, three were beheaded.
Clear accounts make for lasting friendships
They remain strong and enduring.
My people are now my family
My cousin, the grim reaper
She greets me there
I offer her my help
We make a team and also mischief.
I don't allow any offense
Especially not to my family.
My work is a guarantee
But they didn't know that
Three powerful voices
Saved my life.
