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Son, your birthday is coming
my beloved child
what are you going to ask for
it is your sixth anniversary
what have you imagined
can you tell me
Maybe it's a video game
maybe maybe a European tour
you can ask for whatever you imagine
there's no need to argue about the tickets
Old lady, bring me a Buchannan's
and a notebook to organize
my boy's party
many guests, the band playing
You know, my child, that I love you
you also know that I am dying for you
You can invite your little friends
Tell me, my child, I want to listen to you
I thank you, my daddy
I have everything, and I want something more
Something that I admire you so much
I like your style, well you tell me
I want a bulletproof vest
a cannon, launch grenades
squadron, pull a horn
like you You do it to celebrate
I felt a stab wound
that even torture could withstand
when I saw the Damned Example
that I give to my son, I started to cry
What awaits you in your life
with that suicidal mind
I'm retiring my friend
although I must deprive myself of luxuries
Tomorrow I'm looking for a job
fattening pigs
loading mezcal
violence must stop
no more crime
an example must be given
I prefer to lift boats
than lift a Christian
No more horn in my hand
I want to offer a long life to my son
The former narquillo says goodbye
I'm leaving for other lands
with a child and wife
I want to start a new life
I already explained it to the boss
and he managed to understand me
He gave me a ticket and a hug
he told me good luck boy
you have more courage than everyone
It is a good example that things are going well for you..