Aguas Revueltas
Los Tigres del Norte
Rough Waters
How many drug dealers
Cops and gunmen
Today the earth covers them
Inside a hole
Weapons were useless
Money was worthless
That's what an old man told
To his beloved son
Don't seek easy money
Because your life will end
With the sweat of your brow
You appreciate more what you earn
The son replied
Father, I'm a commander
And I'll never work
For any trafficker
I respect you
I'd rather starve
Surely across the border
They'll see me soon
They say there are many tricky ones
They haven't been able to catch
Weaving my web
I will catch them
To the border city
One morning he arrived
Along with 10 companions
The commander died
Since he didn't want to sell out
The mafia shot him
I keep the names to myself
Because it could hurt
The relatives of those
Who were just gunned down
What's up with the government
Things are very bad
The waters are rough
No one can clear them
It's the daily bread
Tragedies and impunity
My people want jobs
Not deaths to mourn
