Entre Platicas y Dudas

It was getting dark
When I saw a convoy over there
Certainly, I have seen it too
When the checkpoint is set up around here
All dressed in black
With helmets and horns they must be seen

Pure tough trucks
In which they ride
Keeping an eye on the radios
In case an opponent shows up
They take him down hot

I have always noticed details
About a person of serious profile
I know who you are referring to
It's the one who gives the order of where to go
So we talk about the same
With a different demeanor like a sailor

Always firm and very calm
Always by his horn
Also his .45
Commemorative with the shot up

He is from a very nearby ranch
Next to Angostura, they say
That ranch he talks about
I am proud because he is from here
Tell me the name of the town
That I proudly hear him boast about

He is pure silver countryside
And he is the son of El Empanada
A man who made history
Government and opponents always respected

Then I realize
Where the boy got that courage from
Son of a spotted tiger
Because that is the school that was passed down to him
If I remember confrontations
That he and his people faced
Yes sir, I remember
That he went to a clash against marines

By the way, he was not the problem
And he got involved for his people
Devilish Taliban
They never backed down, they shot bullets

Now that we are in confidence
Tell me about those details
I have no details to give them
The only thing I heard were very loud gunshots
And about that gray Tacoma
That got stuck in the canals
That truck you describe
Was the one that started all that mess

But they spoke on the radios
To go rescue them
And in a dust storm
A tough HEMI throwing punches

With all this you tell me, I figure it out
That it's the same devil
Of that there is no doubt
For the good, good, for the bad, bad
No, I have no doubts anymore
With what you tell me, I remain silent

For those who don't want to believe
He will show up later
He will be in his lands
His beloved ranch and they call him 'El Prieto'