La Muerte de Manuelon

The tears of a prisoner
Came from the soul due to a great pain
Caused by the news that in Culiacán
They’re mourning for his brother

It was Manuel Torres Félix, known as El 14
And by the nickname El Ondeado
The one who cries is a man
A real man named Javier, he’s his brother

October 13th, 2012, in Oso Viejo
You were the scene
Of that suicidal fight
An abusive massacre of one against many

More than 28 heavily armed soldiers
Against a mercenary
Who fought them to the death
Face to face, brave men who aren’t born every day

Get out of here, uncle, go home, your crew's gone
And here come the guys
This time they’re not alone
They’re coming shoulder to shoulder with the gringos

Don’t worry, nephews
Get out of here, the guys are coming
But before you say goodbye
Bring me some food, kids, don’t be dicks

Bullets from the rooftop were fired by the DEA
And Manuel responded
With one shot to the sky and the other at the dogs
From the ground they attacked

Both were firing at the same time
Over 400 shots were fired
But he ran out of ammo
And fools and tanks finished him off

Goodbye, brother of my soul

Three days before his death
He hit the military hard
That time he took their breath away
Because he had his gear and 50 units

He made them run like
The great old wolf caused them grief
And he did it many times
Countless times, in various places

They took him to Los Llanos
Friends and brothers, there everyone saw him
They say that the high command
From the sky, sent off the old man flying

His pampered horse
Let out a neigh that everyone heard
That day El Cuaco without a whip
Without reins and rider danced in the pasture

Rest in peace, buddy
It was almost time for me to see him
His knife was left behind
Enjoy with Tachillo that he missed so much

His death hurts me so much
Because you don’t know how much I’ve dreamed of him here
These are Javier’s words
For his brother Manuel
Men of fierce blood