El Señor de Los Cielos

A dose of morphine entered my body
And between asleep and awake
My family and all my loved ones
Crossed my mind

The work and sacrifice
That led me to be the boss
With my iron eagles
I would send them by tons

From Colombia to abroad
I was a friend of my people
Maximum of the cartels
The great Lord of the Skies

I made deals with the true partners
I became a drug trafficker
And boss of the Juárez Cartel
I made routes where the air flowed

I also trafficked on a large scale
In commercial airplanes
A true Sinaloan capo
I would smuggle four or five times

Much more powder than others
Not a single gram moved
Without consulting me
No one acted alone

I became friends with the tough ones in the government
In my payroll were
Generals of high influence
The business gave me quite a profit

That was enough and to spare
To pay off the external debt
The DEA started looking for me
Without having the slightest idea

Where I was involved
Although the Americans allied
With Zedillo's government
They could never get me

With my fleet of Boeing 727s
My planes for the cargo
I controlled the air traffic
I was the main supplier of this market

I became the king of white gold
I gained power and respect
I made a world of money
There in Brazil and Cuba

I left beautiful memories
My Argentine colleagues
The Chileans and Europeans
Were part of my kingdom

My beginnings were with my uncle Fonseca
I took care of a warehouse
There in Guadalajara
An illness took me out of school

Beaten by poverty
I stopped milking the cows
A life of mystery
I became number one

The great Lord of the Skies
I have never had a government
This operation might
Be the perfect plan

In life I surrounded myself with loyal friends
And tried to be kind
To those who were not
Now I hope to sing victory again

And the rest will be history
The injection no longer took effect
I have a hunch
I'm going to take another flight

Maybe I'll never come back
I'm going to get lost in the skies
Without leaving any trace
In case they look for me again