Pather

It would be out of fear

There is still a doubt about what they did

And if the little rose answered the fire

Rosario, the name of the man who left

And in black like the panther that

He always wore it on his waist with him

She was his faithful companion

Pink hunks the panther

I had to look at it

Lucky that I lived to talk about it

At twelve he started throwing neighbourhood

For the spinning tops it was bronco, not even a bastard anymore

He took out several, snouts burst

From school, the last time, he jumped

He said I'm not going to get rich

Working from 8 to 5

The Nissan was saved on that boulevard

Well, I shoot to finish, there was Monserrat

Rosario went down pulling the Pathfinder

So that they weren't going to give him

To his girl those cowards

It was a shower of bullets

The panther went in a very bad way

Today it is in Jardines del Humaya

A mother and his wife pray for him

A girl cries at the portrait of him

Daddy, I know you listen to me, I'm your baby

Forty bullets were nothing

For the fear that they carried

He lived life his own way, that's how he liked it

Two days before his death he celebrated

His birthday and he said cheerfully when toasting

I apologise to life

Yes, I left without warning