Sabas López - Los Tigres Del Norte

La boca me sabe a sangre

Y es que me siento ofendido

Mataron a mi hermanito

El mejor de mis amigos

Me está llegando triste

Y es que tocaron mi nombre

Porque como lo mataron

Para mí no es cosa de hombres

Yo no sé si lo buscaban

Pero lo agarraron lejos

Lo mataron por la espalda

Allá por Zihuatanejo

Mañana salgo temprano

Voy a salir a buscarlos

Y me matan o los mato

Porque también soy su hermano

Si el diablo se me aparece

Tratando de defenderlos

Nomás que se vista de hombre

Le desbarato el infierno

Se está llegando la hora

En que saldremos del mito

Mataron a Sabas López

Pero quedo su hermanito

Voy a bordarle un sarape

Bien ribeteado de balas

Para enseñarles que aun López

No se le pega en la espalda

Sírvanme un caldo de cuervo

Y una sopa de cangrejo

Mataron a Sabas López

Allá por Zihuatanejo

My mouth tastes of blood

And I feel offended

They killed my little brother

the best of my friends

It's coming to me sad

And it is that they touched my name

because how they killed him

For me it is not a man thing

I don't know if they were looking for it

But they caught him away

They killed him from behind

There by Zihuatanejo

tomorrow i leave early

I'm going out to look for them

And they kill me or I kill them

Because I'm also his brother

If the devil appears to me

trying to defend them

Just dress as a man

I ruin hell for you

the time is coming

In which we will leave the myth

They killed Sabas López

But his little brother stayed

I'm going to embroider a serape

Well rimmed with bullets

To show them that even López

It doesn't hit you in the back

Serve me a raven broth

And a crab soup

They killed Sabas López

There by Zihuatanejo