Comeré Callado - Gerardo Ortiz

Quiero agradecerle a todos los que fueran parte de esta producción

A los que siempre creyeron en mi

Mis amigos, mi familia, a todos las señoras y señores que están en las altas

filas barras conmigo

Ay, nomás

Comeré callado, para no avisarle al que sera vencido

Un solo disparo, se apago la luz pal' que me habia encendido y no saben de donde

Andan preguntando quien se pego el tiro

Suerte en su tarea, es que el difunto coleccionaba enemigos

Le gane el cajón

Al que comento y gritaba sus planes

En su lista yo, que pocisiono entre los principales

Me hice cazador, porque ser la presa no es agradable

No van a quitarme lo que con amor me dio mi madre

Dijo la violencia, que era permitido actuar en respuesta

Supe ser oveja, cuando se acercaron con las ofensas

Los miro al a vuelta, se escuchaba un lobo entre mi cabeza

Me quedan las balas, se me acabaron las buenas

Otra calavera, ya que mi conciencia sigue contando

Otro que anda fiera, una lacra menos que seguirá circulando

Que llore el que quiera, yo no me he llevado a ni uno por santo

Y si un dia me llega, le pido a mi dios, que sea contestando

I want to thank everyone who was part of this production

To those who always believed in me

My friends, my family, all the ladies and gentlemen in high

rows bars with me

oh, just

I will eat quietly, so as not to warn the one who will be defeated

A single shot, the light that had lit me went out and they don't know where

They are asking who shot himself

Good luck in your task, is that the deceased collected enemies

I won the drawer

To the one who commented and shouted his plans

In his list of him I, who position myself among the main

I became a hunter, because being the prey is not pleasant

They are not going to take away what my mother gave me with love

She said violence, that it was allowed to act in response

I learned to be a sheep, when they approached with the offenses

I look at them around the corner, a wolf could be heard in my head

I'm out of bullets, I'm out of good ones

Another skull, since my conscience keeps counting

Another one who is fierce, one less scourge that will continue to circulate

Let whoever wants cry, I have not taken even one for a saint

And if one day it comes to me, I ask my god, that it be by answering