Letra de Sabas lópez (en ingles)

The mouth tastes like blood
and I am offended
they killed my brother
best friends
I sadness is coming
and my name is played
how and where he was killed
for me it is not a matter of man.

I do not know if you were looking
but grabbed away
was killed in the back
you have to Zihuatanejo
I leave early tomorrow
boy to go out and find
and kill me or kill
because I´m her brother.

If the devil appears to me
trying to defend
no more to be seen of men
rout him hell
serve me a broth of crows
and crab soup
Sabas Lopez killed
but I remain your brother.

Boy to bordarme one zarape
well edged bullet
to teach that a López
were not hits back
when is this coming
that we will emerge from myth
Sabas Lopez killed
back in Zihuatanejo.