Las Dos Cruces - El Komander, Diferente Nivel

General ya no sea tan violento

que mi padre ya esta casi muerto

encontraron lo que mas buscaban

ya quemaron la hierba en el cerro

deme ami los golpes que agan falta

que mi padre se me esta muriendo

si prefiere metame un plomazo

pero ya no castigue a mi viejo

mi padre es sembrador eso es cierto

pero el tambien es un hombre honesto

no a matado nunca a hecho ni un daño

solamente es un pobre ranchero

que a sembrado esa hierba por años

ala que ustedes llaman veneno

veneno es el que traego en la sangre

por mirar a mi padre sufriendo

amarrado mi padre indefenso

respiraba y se le iva el resuello

un mecate que ataba su cuerpo

lastimaba y quemaba violento

yo era un niño impotente y sin fuerza

que lloraba y lloraba por verlo

general ya no sea tan violento

por favor deje libre a mi padre

tengo cuacos y lleguas preñadas

que pueden el delito pagarle

con desprecio y con una sonrrisa

me contesto yo soy justiciero

que trata a delincuente como este

que aparentan ser buenos rancheros

fui con rabia pal cuello apretarle

serrojo el rifle y me apunto al pecho

un soldado razo metio el brazo

dijo vete muchacho pal cerro

ve a cuidar a tu madre y hermanos

que este cazo no tiene remedio

vi a mi pare golpeado y cansado

yo asustado me sali corriendo

escuche dos descargas de mauser

regrese a ver lo que ya esperaba

recargado detras de un aguaje

el soldado razo agonizaba

la otra descarga fue pa mi padre

que murio como un hombre en la ralla

dos cruces de madera en el monte

pa mi padre y para un buen soldado

con la fecha de un seis de septiembre

año setenta y siete marcado

cerca de tamazula durango

siempre seran muy bien recordados

General no longer be so violent

that my father is almost dead

they found what they were looking for the most

They already burned the grass on the hill

give me the blows that are missing

that my father is dying

if he prefers to hit me with a plumb

but he no longer punishes my old man

my father is a sower that is true

but he is also an honest man

he has never killed or done any harm

he only he is a poor rancher

who has planted that grass for years

wing you call poison

poison is what I bring in my blood

for looking at my father suffering

tied up my defenseless father

he breathed and his breath went away

a rope that bound his body

he hurt and burned violently

I was a powerless child without strength

who cried and cried to see him

general no longer so violent

please set my father free

I have cuacos and you get pregnant

that they can pay the crime

with contempt and with a smile

I answer myself I am a vigilante

who treats criminal like this

who appear to be good ranchers

I went furiously to squeeze his neck

I lock the rifle and aim at my chest

a reasonable soldier put his arm

He said go away, boy, to the hill

go take care of your mother and brothers

that this saucepan has no remedy

I saw my father beaten and tired

I scared I ran away

listen to two downloads of mauser

come back to see what you already expected

recharged behind a aguaje

the razo soldier was dying

the other download was for my father

that he died as a man in the grate

two wooden crosses on the mount

for my father and for a good soldier

with the date of a sixth of September

year seventy seven marked

near tamazula durango

they will always be well remembered