I wanted to be a gardener
I love flowers
in my homeland of Sinaloa
they come in many colors
and of all the ones that exist
these are the best.
Very early I go to the hill
to pluck its colors
well the curious thing about it
I don't sell them for flowers
the value of my little plants
are your tears, gentlemen
In my land of Sinaloa
how beautiful the hills look
Well, like me, there are many friends
who are also gardeners
we love that plant very much
Well, leave a lot of money
Don't worry about Sinaloa!
When the line comes
I have everything under surveillance
Well, there is never a lack of a scoundrel
to direct my errand to me
br/>That's why day and night
I'm always very well armed
There are already several occasions
that my plants have burned
and like a good gardener
and for what they have left me
my beautiful poppies
again I have planted
With this I say goodbye
I am going abroad
I carry tears of flowers
for my friends the weros
my close then I return
ah continue being a gardener...