El Corrido Del Chapo

From head to toe
I am short in stature
From head to the sky
I estimate his height!

He has known wealth
he has known poverty
if they respect him, he respects
if they offend him, he accelerates
and he escapes from hell
and he prays in the church

sometimes the residence
sometimes a country house
the radios and the bullets
sleeping on the floor or in bed
sometimes the caves for shelter
His name is Joaquin, El Chapo

Accustomed to giving orders
even knows how to listen
distinguishes himself among the greats
check out his story alone
rooted in love
there are many children around!

Through this ballad
I will send greetings
to those old friends
that I have not been able to forget
I am the uncle to my nephews
for others, Chapo Guzman