I tell you about a rooster
that has lived
and has looked
death has caressed it
he is calm
he is the son of a brave bull
the advice he has taken
he has not forgotten
just in case
he will always be well bundled
they look at him very abused...
Several times already
death came to look for me
but I didn't want to leave
I became strong
they shot at our car
but they didn't hit the target
there was no death
and if he comes back
I hide here we are
whatever fate decides...
My joys
without a doubt they are my girls
they are the reason for my life
family
friendships are not forgotten
and to my dear mother
I thank her
here I always carry
all her rabbits
never forget that I love her. ..
(That's Life my friend Kushman
to Santa Maria, California
man, let's go hard)
They played me
I stumbled because I gave a bad step
and for six years they locked me up
they were happy
but I still don't give up
I never look down
I'm in
those who always
br/>they have offered me their hand
I have never forgotten them...
Dawns
there is no shortage of beers
in the afternoon
when the evening falls
in company
my friend is always on hand
and it dawns here we continue
in coexistence
with guitars
playing some songs
and also some corridos...
That's Life
there will always be problems
but my smile remains
it doesn't bother me
because I know how to get up
and what are they going to tell me
that's how they look at me
they won't imagine
everything I've been through
but it doesn't matter
here we are...

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