Sabas López (en inglés)

Sabas López
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.