El Pollo
Julión Álvarez y Su Norteño Banda
The Chicken
In Tamazula, Durango
Where I like to walk
And if I keep going up
There is my homeland
A very beautiful little ranch
Called El Carrizal
Since I was a child they instilled in me
The forbidden to work
Along with my cousin Julio
And with Adolfo Beltran
Unable to say no
My career was initiated
For a while I'm in the mountains
The other over in Culiacan
Then I go to Jalisco
Because that's how I have to go
To have a tree bear fruit
You have to know how to plant it
I like airplanes
To enjoy the skies
Also a northern group
When I start drinking
Several days without sleep
Life must be enjoyed
All my people happy
Are already with me
Especially a friend
Nicknamed the Taliban
Always with head held high
No matter what happens
I'm going to Tamazula
Because I'm going to visit
I'm going to see a little chick
Who is desperate
They call me the chicken
Eduardo from El Carrizal
