No Tiene La Culpa El Indio

The Indian is not to blame
But the one who makes him a buddy
Many were up there
And I was starving
Some were eating the honey
And I was dealing with the swarm

A friend taught me
When I was in ruin
Good shade shelters
Those who approach a good tree
Not out of fear of coyotes
We won't raise chickens

They say there are tricks for everything
Much less for death
I put a lot of effort
That's why my luck changed
Many ask me for favors
Because I am very influential

From Mexico to Europe
I go but all the time
In the city of Madrid
I have very good contacts
Some Colombian buddies
With whom I make good deals

Through Tijuana and Mexicali
Through Juarez and other borders
I have passed by air
And underground
Maybe that's why the fox
Has declared war on me

Now they call me: Boss
Because I am a big bull
But there are many little calves
Who have jumped the fence
Black spotted calves
Here I feed them

The day this rooster falls
A storm will come down on them
It's better not to mess with me
Because the bomb will explode on them
I swear to those who back down
There will be nowhere to hide