A Quien Corresponda - Los Tigres Del Norte

Vamos despierten señores, encargados del gobierno

Porque ya el odio racial, va despertando un infierno

Y esto no lo va a parar, ningún presidente tierno

Se invita por Internet, en los Estados Unidos

A unirse para matar, a nuestros paisas sufridos

Pues su pecado es pasar, por donde no son queridos

A esos racistas cobardes, se les tiene que parar

Joaquín Murrieta es ejemplo, y ahora lo vamos a honrar

Cuando se enciende la sangre, nada la puede apagar

A quienes les corresponda, abran los ojos ya ahorita

Este es un asunto serio, no se tiren la bolita

Es por los cuernos al toro, y no por las redonditas

Dice el anuncio maldito, que me tiene tan dañado

Vamos a cazar mojados, que crucen para este lado

Muchos hermanos latinos, han sido ya asesinados

Un demoniaco sujeto, de la guerra excombatiente

Con ramos oculta unos pozos, donde se ahogo mucha gente

Niños, mujeres y hombres, que racismo tan demente

Pero que poca memoria, la que tienen esas gentes

Ellos pisotean los pueblos, con sus guerras indecentes

Ahora agreden dentro y fuera, de nuestra patria mi gente

A quienes les corresponda, la solución es urgente

Let's wake up gentlemen, those in charge of the government

Because already the racial hatred, is waking up a hell

And this is not going to stop it, no tender president

It is invited online, in the United States

To unite to kill our suffering paisas

Well, their sin is to pass by, where they are not loved

Those cowardly racists, they have to be stopped

Joaquín Murrieta is an example, and now we are going to honor him

When the blood is on, nothing can turn it off

To whom it corresponds, open your eyes right now

This is a serious matter, don't throw the ball away

It's because of the bull's horns, and not because of the round ones

Says the damn ad, which has me so damaged

We are going to hunt wet, let them cross to this side

Many Latin brothers have already been murdered

A demonic subject, from the war ex-combatant

With branches he hides some wells, where many people drowned

Children, women and men, what insane racism

But what little memory, the one that these people have

They trample the towns, with their indecent wars

Now they attack inside and outside of our country my people

To whom it may concern, the solution is urgent