El Moño
Torbellino
The Bow
It's hard to hold on
If they're floating in the air
And it's not hard to drown
When you don't know how to swim
And the one who fights with death
It's very rare for him to win
He left from Culiacan
In his private plane
The bow was piloting it
He was going to Rancho El Pilar
To see some merchandise
Because he wanted to buy it
He arrived and formalized the deal
And took off on his route
When the engine was paid for
He felt his side sweating
And in his vision he saw graves
Death wanted to trap him
He went planning in his plane
What would cross his mind
There he fell among the hills
And defying death
The bow managed to overcome it
He is alive by luck
Here it goes, buddy Sazueta and me
Buddy Ramiro Cordoba, let's go to Hermosillo, cousin
One bad time always brings another
Over there he took advantage of a roof
There at the Celsius clinic
They sent him to the government
And the lawyer, his brother
From there they took him prisoner
They took away armored cars
Weapons and fake credentials
And they brought up a record of deaths
That they blamed on him
And he obtained freedom
Through mafia influences
But the bow was warned
He escaped from the hospital
I heard he's already free and the lawyer
Went out looking for the roofs
I don't think there's forgiveness
