Caja de muerto
Los Tigres del Norte
Dead Man's Box
They've already sentenced me
they buried me alive
it wasn't even possible
to punish the enemy
and I owe this favor
to my best friend.
To that poor wretch
who warned me one morning
your dove is stained
I saw it through the window
and in a fit of jealousy
my gun was firing.
To the queen of clubs
I bet my great affection
the horse beat me
these bars are witnesses
and I owe this favor
to my best friend.
One of these days
maybe I'll manage
to jump this horrible fence
only hatred sustains me
maturing my revenge
to repay the favor
to a trusted friend.
If they break me, I lose nothing
they already consider me dead
I don't sleep at night anymore
and I'll see if I try
if I don't make it over the fence
even in a dead man's box.
To the queen of clubs
I bet my great affection
the horse beat me
these bars are witnesses
and I owe this favor
to my best friend.
