Sangre Maleva (part. Oscar Larroca)

La Boca, Avellaneda
Barracas, Puente Alsina
El bajo Belgrano
And in the same suburb

The left-handed Cruz Medina
Was always respected
For being a good friend
Very noble and helpful

He was a man
Among men
He was a leader among thugs
He spent his brief life
There in the suburb
Where at night
The police rounds were heard

And in a neighborhood cafe
A bandoneon weeps

He was a tough guy without tricks
Without godfathers or bending down
No camaraderie
But of courage and action
Caseros saw him take risks
Without backing down
And in the underworld sits
His fame as a great man

But one of those nights
There in Avellaneda
Defying the cops
Inside the suburb
Four shots rang out
And on the sidewalk
Cruz Medina fell
Wielding his knife

Soon the fight broke out
The police arrived
And in a pool of blood
They found the tough guy

Mortally wounded
Rebellious in his agony
But with a manly voice
This is how he spoke

Don't ask me, officer
Who was the man
Who wounded me
It will be a waste of time
Because I am not a snitch

Just let me die
And let no one be surprised
That a man to be a man
Should not be a snitch