Los Altos de La Sierra

The hills of the sierra, for my big buddy
Wherever the old man is, here it goes, he says

In the hills of the sierra
Where the pigs are green
There was a good man
Hidden for his reasons
He doesn't regret anything
That's why he has stood out
(Big buddy, yeah)

Back in the 90s
Where I started my path
I went to the other side
That's what I dreamed of as a kid
It wasn't what I expected
They didn't like me

You have to take the good
That's what we take with us
The bad is: what we learn
And without overthinking
Here I am again

You have to have a good brain
To not remain a prisoner
And up in La Apoma Badiraguato, my old man, oh

Oh, what a beautiful morning
It's seen among the hills
The prison became small
And doesn't feel brave
The lion never roared
But it got hot

It's said they've seen him around
Walking with his people
With a gun on his hip
Always keep that in mind

Now my friends, God bless you all
See you soon and pure Dos Carnales, there we are, cheer up
Up San Pedro, Coahuila
And up the city of Coahuila, see you there