Evaristo Rivera

Beds spun from rope
Houses roofed with sheets
Made of cardboard built there for quite a while
And the first land I stepped on
As the situation was tough
And to plant grass, the man gave it

Good times, good streaks arrived
From the 90s, the time I sing to you
Even though he didn't have studies
His brain developed well in Durango
And Sinaloa bought weed and the gum from the region

Cold misty mountain range and pine forests
And he traveled the roads with great caution
He was one of the first on the ranch
Who arrived with a truck of the year because as a fulfilled promise
He eased the family with his actions

As almost always women arrive
Pleasures come to him and he sends them away
You will follow March 4, 2003, Culiacán
I watched you leave traffic light at toll booth 4
In the double-wheeled vehicle, the end reached you

A super from the 11 that Evaristo Rivera carried
Years before leaving, it's an inheritance
And your son Paul remembers you well
No one will humiliate me, the family is my blood
And I defend it to the death

The sadness will leave, the family is in pain
And the wound that will never close
Immediately music takes you to where you rest
The date July 24, the day you came to rest