Por Siempre Manuel (part. Virlán García)

The fresh smell of weed, the rooster's crowing
Herding the cows on the back of a good horse
Staring at the stars with a cot in the field
I return high from the Sierra with a well-iced drink

Only memories remain when I walked through my ranch
Until one day they decided to wake up the devil
I won't deny that I miss walking on mud
With my sandals crossed

The short one at the waist, the hat tilted
All rancher, the old man how could I forget him
Strong pain in the soul for his two brothers
And to this day they cry that he passed away

They know the reasons why they called him 'ondeado'
And it's because he became cursed because they played him crooked
On top of a 'Dura', heading to 'oso viejo'
The last time they saw him

He seeks and takes revenge for the death of his son
He became bloodthirsty and sharpened his knife
Amidst the bullets and inside the danger
And the contract in hand that was waiting to be fulfilled

As a man of his word, he found an objective
Because blood is sacred and so are loved ones
Despite being violent, he was highly regarded
And loved by the cartel

He has passed on to the afterlife, they say he was content
Because he died fighting as he had mentioned
Soldiers have fallen and arrived at the ranch
And what a surprise, he was greeted with bullets

Once again there are witnesses that in Sinaloa there are brave men
Those who out of pride prefer to die fighting
His name is Manuel Torres
Friends and family, we will always remember you