El Barbón (El Phoenix)

The bearded man was always distinguished
Courage never lacked him
To face the guachos head-on

He was a man of action
He always jumped for the 5
To make them escape, he risked it all
A grenade in each hand

Black cat or desert shaman
From the hat, a good element
He earned the rank of sergeant

With beret and boots, burning a gallon of weed
Always alert of the area
That El Chino left in his care

Skulls and admired the one who founded Al Qaeda
He settled disputes with wars
In Phoenix, he was never left behind

Always dressed in black, spreading fear like Lucifer
A leg holster and a tight little horn
Because he was Antrax 100%

In Hidalgo, soldiers stood in his way
They started throwing punches
But he couldn't escape

To his freckled one, he couldn't speak at the time
That day became history
The Taliban wanted to fight him

He had the support of El Gordo, a boy, and Don Mayo
He gave his life for the legacy
René rests in the salty land