How much Joaquín is missed
And although he's not here, the legacy is firmly established
Children, I couldn't say goodbye
But from here I send you a hug
I didn't see this coming, but I'm here now
And now, where do I turn?
I'm telling you to be careful
Badiraguato, the mountain where I grew up
It had its caves made to fit his height
Puente Grande was the place
How can we forget that famous escape?
And several years ago, for trying to kill him
When the old man was partying, he always had the 701 wrapped up
Good rhythm for the dance, good step with a blond hair
Plenty of security all around, relaxed and confident
Under the command of Cholo Iván
Pure ex-military, more armored than a wall
And because the people were asking for it, my friend Panter
He left several seeds on various ranches
The oldest is Archivaldo, along with his brother
One or two more out there, not to be mentioned
Edgar will take care of them for me
I must pray for him, and a hug from the top
And for the wars, very few reached me
Compadres everywhere
But in my absence, one changed sides
A federal agent was enough to keep me locked up here
For not wanting to fix things, my Cholo Iván, you would have shot him
Now with this, I say goodbye to my friends
From my ranch and my mother
Play beautiful corridos, those old ones
Like the one from M Grande