No Solo de Traficante

Not Just a Drug Dealer
The Toucans of Tijuana

Not just a trafficker
The man lives in Sinaloa
There are also good singers
And a story that makes you fall in love
People who fight for dreams
With the protective soul

Not everything is what it seems
In the lands of the Pacific
There are artists, there are poets
And artistic talent
Many have been ignored
By a very simplistic judgment

The corridos sound loud
But there is more to culture
Effort and joy
They are part of its structure
Not just violence
It is what gives tenderness

The band comes down from the hill
With guitars and trumpets
Boys and girls sing
With a firm and well-resolved voice
Sinaloa is a cradle
Of a thousand things, very complete