My son, leave that woman already the blood
I am nothing if it is not with your love
I know very well that it is the cursed dust
What I am carrying to New York
Sell the ranch also this home
If you don't adjust, you include my blood
But don't stain our last name
I ask you in the name of your father
He has died, you don't understand it
You You lived your life your way
I will soon be a millionaire
You'll see how I have everything
The law followed Roberto
He went to his ranch to hide he arrived
They rifled through his house with bullets
His mother died to cover him up
Now a prisoner he only asks heaven
May his loved ones forgive him
We do not know the good we have
Until the day we see it lost

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