El Toro Pesado

I'm going to ask my father
To grant me what I want
The day they lay me down
I don't want a cemetery
Bury me in the plain
Just like a wild colt

I want them to throw the dirt on me
Sitting on my truck
There in the desert
I wish for my grave to be made
So the earth knows
I don't swallow anything

When they go to bury me
I don't want many friends
Just a few mourners
Also my dear parents
They'll put my .45
Also my rifle

I want to arrive in hell
In a truck and well armed
When the devil receives me
He'll know who has arrived
And tell his colleagues
Here comes a heavy bull

I've been the black sheep
But there are times I regret it
A tree that grows crooked
Never straightens out
I've given my parents
Pure headaches

My poor mother cries for me
My father gives me advice
He says he who lives in haste
Can't grow old
I'm always in danger
Risking my skin

I work in my own way to
Buy what I want

Since I was very young I've learned
How to earn money
That's why I drive a new truck
With fine boots and a hat