It has a wolf on its license plates and they saw them in Los Angeles.
From Obregon he left one afternoon
in his flying black
he didn't say goodbye to anyone, just his holy mother
he went to a duel with death
God knows if he returned
He was born in vile poverty
he did not want to live in it
that peach ranch
due to the cradle of his sorrows
he promised to seek his fortune
aunqie That's why he died
From Arizona he was the big man
who snatched his girlfriend from him
they left him for dead
but a slut found him
delirious with revenge
br/>his hours are numbered
With the reins in his hand
the spurs are digging into him
the promise of his life
he carries it in his petticoats
in his black Powerful Chevrolet was his breed
Once he had achieved his fortune
he began the hunt
he went in search of the men
who destroyed his life
it was like reaching the sun
but he achieved it that day
He made them wing the truck
with the thirst for his revenge
and the soles of their feet
he cut them with the knife
and in the Desert de Altar
he let them walk
He tied them up in a sahuaro
to continue torturing them
with his beretta in his hand
he was shooting at them
them pieces were flying
from their legs and arms
I won't say their last name
his only name is Rosendo
they have hit him 7 times
but they haven't hit him
br/>On its plates it has a wolf
and in Los Angeles they saw them