El Inválido

How have you been, Everardo
I heard they had you sit down
In a wheelchair
Because of some gunshots
And that you were in a coma
As I had been informed

I realize it's true
I'm surprised
I don't share your sadness
Nor do I like to see the reasons
I was planning to kill you
But I prefer you alive

Where are those bosses
For whom you were a gunman
That implacable power
Those with nerves of steel
That you always boasted about
Saying you were the first

Look, Mr. Commander
I appreciate your compliments
And good intentions
But you haven't understood
That where I am
I can shoot them down

That power you speak of
You know I still have it
And the big friendships
Sent hitmen
To cut off the head
Of anyone who messes with me

Underneath this sarape
Look here at my legs
I carry the same gun
From that shootout
Where you and all your people
We made you run

With this same gun
I'm going to send you to hell
And on the day I die
I don't want to see you again
Because down in that same hell
I'll kill you again