El Coyote - Kinto Sol

Ya saben, es importante que si nos paran

Le dicen que yo nomás les estoy dando un aventón

No se les olvide, eso es importante, eh

Vengo de casa de ahí de la frontera

Por la carretera no sé lo que me espera

Voy como a 80, no más de 100

Vamos a ver que suerte en el retén

A una familia levanto en mi camión

Rumbo a San Antonio, esa es la dirección

También un compa que viene de Chihuahua

Se brincó el alambre, así lo hizo a la brava

Un morrillo que huye de su padre

Quiere ganar lana pa' mandarle a su madre

Una pareja de enamorados

Buscan un futuro mejor por estos lados

Una señorita que quiere estudiar

Pues en su país no lo puede lograr

El señor Felipe cansado ya maduro

Dice «Michoacán, compa, esta bien duro»

Dos jóvenes del Distrito Federal

Haya la situación no cambia, sigue igual

René que era albañil dejó su Guanajuato

Ya no tenia trabajo ya desde hace un rato

Veo patrullas de la ley en el otro carril

Se ponen mas bravos en este mes de Abril

Un traguito de aguardiente para calmar la mente

Agáchense todos, silencio totalmente

Después de el puente damos a la derecha

Le bajo a 60 sin levantar sospecha

Por una brecha ya nos desviamos

Un poquito mas y el gas le pisamos

La mujer de Oaxaca tiene meses de viuda

Dice quiere trabajar a ver si dios le ayuda

Un niño de diez años, su tío viene con él

Dice que en Chicago responden con el

Doña Paquita que era comerciante

Le cobraban cuota los narcotraficantes

Una jovencita que viene embarazada

Su novio vino al norte y de él no sabe nada

Platicas breves, historias me cuentan

De lo que han sufrido todo me comentan

Deportaron a Martín, lo mandaron a Nogales

Ya esta de regreso y lo esperan sus carnales

En mi camión vamos tranquilos

Doña María y sus hijos van dormidos

Fermín González viene de Torreón

Esta angustiado pues ‘ta enfermo del riñón

Josecito salió de Puebla

Su madre esta en New Jersey, tiene 7 años sin verla

Viene un compa de Guadalajara

«Me ganaré la vida yo con mi guitarra»

Cientos de historias que escucho en mi camión

Cada 3 meses la misma operación

Nos vemos en el siguiente viaje

No solo paisanos traigo de equipaje

You know, it is important that if they stop us

They tell him that I'm just giving them a ride

Don't forget, that's important, huh

I come from home over there from the border

On the road I don't know what awaits me

I'm going like 80, no more than 100

Let's see how lucky you are at the checkpoint

I pick up a family in my truck

Heading for San Antonio, that's the address

Also a friend who comes from Chihuahua

He jumped the wire, that's how he did it bravely

A boy who runs away from his father

He wants to earn wool to send to his mother

A couple in love

They are looking for a better future around here

A lady who wants to study

Well, in her country, she can't do it

Mr. Felipe tired and mature

He says "Michoacán, compa, it's very hard"

Two young men from the Federal District

The situation does not change, it remains the same

René who was a bricklayer left his Guanajuato

He no longer had a job for a while

I see law patrols in the other lane

They get more brave in this month of April

A drink of aguardiente to calm the mind

Everybody get down, totally quiet.

After the bridge we turn right

I lower him to 60 without raising suspicion

For a gap we already deviated

A little more and we step on the gas

The woman from Oaxaca has been a widow for months

She says she wants to work to see if God helps her

A ten-year-old boy, his uncle comes with him

He says that in Chicago they respond with the

Doña Paquita who was a merchant

The drug traffickers charged him a fee

A young woman who is pregnant

Her boyfriend came to the north and she doesn't know anything about him

Short talks, stories tell me

All they tell me about what they have suffered

They deported Martín, they sent him to Nogales

He is already back and his carnals are waiting for him

In my truck we go calm

Doña María and her children are asleep

Fermín González comes from Torreón

He is anguished because he is sick with the kidney

Josecito left Puebla

His mother is in New Jersey, she has not seen her for 7 years

A compa from Guadalajara is coming

«I will make a living with my guitar»

Hundreds of stories I hear in my truck

Every 3 months the same operation

See you on the next trip

Not only countrymen I bring luggage