Son, your birthday has come
My beloved child,
What are you going to ask for?
It is your sixth birthday,
What you have imagined,
You can tell me
Maybe it will be a video game
Maybe a tour of Europe
You can ask, whatever you imagine
We do not have to discuss money
Woman, bring me some Buchanan's
And a notebook to organize
My little dude's party.
Many guests, a band to play
You know, my child, that I love you
You know that I would die for you
You can invite all your little friends
Tell me, my child, I want to listen
"Thanks, daddy
I have everything, and I want something more
Something that I admire so much,
I like your style." "Well, will you tell me?"
"I want a bulletproof vest,
A cannon, grenade launchers,
An army, to shoot an AK-47,
Just like you do to party."
I felt a stab of pain,
That was like a torture I couldn't bear
To see the damn bad example
That I gave to my child, I started to cry
What could I expect out of his life
With that suicidal mind
I will retire, little friend
Although it must deprive me of luxury
Tomorrow I'll look for a job
Feeding pigs,
Loading mezcal
I have to stop the violence
No more crime
I have to be an example
I would rather carry boots
Than to carry a Christian
Now no more AK-47 in my hands
I want to toast to the long life of my child
Say goodbye to the ex-narco
I am going to other lands
With my child, my wife
I want to begin a new life
I explained to the boss
And I got him to understand
He gave me money and a hug
Said, good luck, buddy
You have more integrity than everyone
You are a good example, be well.