El Zacatecas

How the Zacatecas fights
Does anyone remember and cry
An AR-15 was spitting
Fire that remained in history
Six were taken in the bet
By Commander Bedolla

Don't get close, commander
The AR-15 didn't give up
He plans to take me
He has to pull the trigger
His farm may have chickens
But with very few eggs

I told you, commander
He didn't want to understand my talk
Because where I look
There I put the bullet
Six men have fallen
For me to stab them

I see him trembling
You're right, commander
Because he's left alone
And now he'll have to face
What will he tell the government
How will he show up

Even the one who lowers his beak
Wants an opportunity
Even running is for men
Commander, you will say
Start firing your gun
Either stay here or leave

Not everyone herds goats
He tried to shoot at ducks
He got pricked by the cacti
And left jumping
In Zacatecas he found
The fit of his shoes