Los 3 Mandos

In a very distant place
Several well-armed men gathered
There were 3 with rolled-up sleeves
They were deeply involved planning a heist

Get ready, let's get ready
Prepare the anthrax, reinforce them
Gonzalo, the people are active
Here comes the swaggerer with his gang

That's right, buddy, I'm ready
To roll up sleeves, no more needs to be said
Line up properly, get ready
What a thrill

Gonzalo, Manuel, I'm ready
5, 7, I'm here, the 3 commanders
They set off dressed in black, defending the perimeter

Manuel, pass me a grenade
I'm out of bullets, my gun jammed
The vest is empty, but I'm still charged up
To take down more foes

While I pass him the bullets, cover my back
I'll go ahead, my vest still tight
My mind altered, and there's the commander

Dark macho, I'm in trouble
But I won't give up, the fifty is loaded
To take them down and finish this

I have bazookas, I'll cut their throats
We, the anthrax, are sick
Anti-tank, the virus, knives, active complement
Fine movements, the objective is clear
Defend Mayo, continue the story