El Chapito
Los Buchones De Culiacan
The Little Chapo
The trap was well set
To hunt the deer
It got away to the hill
It will be hard to bring it down
The little Chapo is very clever
A thousand times it has been proven
He escaped from Puente Grande
Without forcing the locks
With pure green bills
They put themselves at his level
He moved to Culiacan
To build his fortune
He has a thousand gunmen
Who follow him with honor
Among them is Don Juan
A man of great value
Not forgetting the ghost
Of his best men
Straight ahead, folks
Let's keep working
Chapo says smiling
With my people, I don't back down
And that town of La Tuna
I visit it all the time
The aces are for triumph
The bullets for the traitors
The hand for the friends
For the women, flowers
The fours for the enemies
The grave for the big mouths
Fly, hawk from the hill
Don't get tired of flying
Fly high
Heading towards Culiacan
Goodbye, my beloved mountains
I will never forget you
