Don Arturo - Calibre 50

La desición fue tomada

Y Don Arturo era de palabra

Iba a pelearles, estaba claro

Al puro estilo Badiraguato

Que se entregara, nunca hizo caso

No me alcanzaron los santos

Para topar a un mundo de guachos

En Cuernavaca temblo la tierra

Por el que iban no era cualquiera

Casi por nadien un beltrán leyva

Don Arturo fue el primero

Y se le puso el pecho a las balas

Fueron cayendo, uno por uno

Se escucha un grito, que viva El Barbas

Era Chalito por la ventana

¡Y puro Calibre 50 pariente!

¡Aah!

Tampoco se fueron lizos

Nos los llevamos entre las patas

Y se fue uno, otros que siete

De todos modos, nunca la pierde

No dicen todo, no les conviene

Así es la vida del hombre

Cuando te envuelve la vida recia

Ganas y pierdes, lo más seguro

Todo es incierto, y más el futuro

Eran palabras de Don Arturo

The decision was made

And Don Arturo was of word

He was going to fight them, it was clear

In the pure Badiraguato style

That he gave himself up, he never paid attention

The saints did not reach me

To bump into a world of guachos

In Cuernavaca the earth trembled

The one they were going for was not just anyone

Almost for nobody a beltrán leyva

Don Arturo was the first

And he put his chest to the bullets

They were falling, one by one

A cry is heard, long live El Barbas

He was Chalito by the window

And pure Caliber 50 relative!

aah!

They weren't smooth either

We take them between the legs

And one left, other than seven

Anyway, he never loses her

They don't say everything, it doesn't suit them

This is the life of man

When the tough life surrounds you

You win and lose, the safest

Everything is uncertain, and more so the future

They were words of Don Arturo