La Hielera

Sitting in a cooler,
Listening to a corrido,
I pulled him a goat's horn,
Surrounded by my friends,
With them I remembered,
Everything that I have been in life

My ground got hot,
They were looking for me as a mafia member,
Several deaths were blamed on me,
Through the press they published,
And as if that were not enough,
They even blamed rifles on me

I get lost by season,
When you don't have to show your face,
Dark and not bitter,
If it's about some job,
I have no one to push me,
I just open myself to the water

I like to listen to advice,
But don't send me anything,
When something goes wrong,
For me, no one scolds me,
I wash myself wherever I want,
With ladies and comrades...