Navaja Libre
Los Tigres del Norte
Free Blade
I feel like standing in hell
And showing death my fangs
Deal the cards my way, if I can
I've never trusted luck
My gamecocks fall again in the cockpit
I bring a coat for 'El Giro' from San Marcos
They bury for free, let's die later
Just tell me the bet we're playing
How the heart frolics when a rooster fights
Singing proudly proclaiming it has won
When I lose, I pay and ask for a rematch
My dark one challenges and doesn't respect coats
Free blade, so they don't get tired
Because I've been following a caponera for a long time
Don't be surprised if I die in a cockpit
My dark one is a rooster that has crowed everywhere
There are three loves that brighten my existence
A bay lobo and my beloved dark one
And an old lady who gives me her blessings
They take care of me when I go out on the roads
How the heart frolics when a rooster fights
Singing proudly proclaiming it has won
When I lose, I pay and ask for a rematch
My dark one challenges and doesn't respect coats
