Leaving Ciudad Juárez
we still had the longest night
Perhaps there weren't enough
songs at dawn
All the narcocorridos
of trucan tigers
and the exterminator group
that continues and does not give up
in the face of Fox's threats
And still singing
the one about... it's already done
we arrive at the airport
humming
Back from the city of low passions
let them serve tequila, lemons and a handful of salt
Let's let the hearts be the ones that take us
If you need a morida, don't talk anymore
The customs sergeant
who says that this one doesn't go any further than here
No sir!
Show the whole gang
their identification
Laden with marijuana
singing illegal Chinese
they entered the plane
in an oversight
security
br/>Back from the city of low passions
let them serve tequila, lemons and a handful of salt
Let's let the hearts be the ones to take us
If we need a bite, don't talk anymore