los pasajes del phoenix

Always dressed in black
Long beard and a fang hanging from his neck
There are several memories of when the old man lived
Strolling in the salty
In the cart, a good party was set up
Lighting up a rooster, he was very cheerful
Zero one gold-plated guns
Skeletons resignedly adorned his nickname
A little disco horn and one with bull testicles
Determined to surrender

And as I got off, they answered me with lead
The bitch was angry and went all out
As a child, the good and the bad
Two little devils carved and marked him in prison
The redhead was the good one and the black devil was the bad one
Skull rings
In his hands and Bin Laden in a portrait
His Taliban appearance caused an impact
Mr. Vicente Zambada
Was waiting for him, I left before with my beard and my gang
Buddy, stay strong, you were always a man of stature
How I thank Javi

He was my shadow, and my buddy Barraza
Always attentive in good and bad times
A thousand things excited him
But what he loved the most, his family was sacred
There I leave my princesses and my little Renata
Next to my little bean
Up here in heaven, I will always take care of them
Also, my freckled one is missed
El Chino made him a sergeant
And they buried him equipped as the old man wanted
The five point eleven, cap and all in black
There played El Rescate
His corrido, also the one of eternal love
And that's how they bid farewell to the Phoenix