El nombre de tu padre
Los Tigres del Norte
Your Father's Name
My son, leave that woman now,
She's perverse and ill-mannered,
She sells drugs just like caresses,
If you follow her, you can get lost,
My mother, I carry her in my blood,
I am nothing if not with her love,
I know very well it's the cursed powder,
That I carry to New York,
Sell the ranch, also this house,
If it doesn't fit, include my blood,
But don't stain our last name,
I ask you in the name of your father,
He's dead, don't you understand,
You dress your life your way,
I will soon be a millionaire,
You'll see how I have everything.
The law will follow Roberto,
To his ranch he arrived to hide,
They riddled the house with bullets,
For a few coins his mother died,
Now in prison he only asks,
That his loved ones in heaven forgive him,
We don't know the good we have,
Until the day we see it lost.
