I'm going to take three puffs of the soaked cigarette
To feel that power more and get rid of my fear
A raccoon comes to me with the big eyes that I have marked
Lungs full of smoke, eyes very red, nose powdered

It's not that I like to see blood, but we are at war
Sometimes I'm activated, maybe panicked, looking for the prey
When I dress in black, I hang my horn, infrared and chest plate
They know that I'm very sick, that I'm stoned and very few approach me

And it's not that I use drugs
Drugs use me
That smoke calms and relaxes my nerves when something stresses me
And even if I finish the mountain range, I will continue burning that good herb

Until the mountain range is over, mate!
And take it out so it stinks, old tricky!

I'm trickier than the old man, more dangerous than the devil
The kids have shot me, in the Sierra de Durango
With a sip of whiskey, I got over the scare and kept fighting
Then I rolled a cigarette, lit it in the mountains, to keep going crazy

Eight days a week, 27 hours a day
400 days a year, at night and during the day
I have an accelerated body, a blocked brain and a very ready horn
Sleep is afraid of me, I activate in heat with the light of day

And it's not that I use drugs
Drugs use me
That smoke calms and relaxes my nerves when something stresses me
And even if I finish the mountain range, I will continue burning that good herb

And we continue the drunkenness, mate!
From Culiacán Sinaloa, old man!

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