Текст песни El Patron (inglês)

A soldier fell dead Our leader was assassinated Who will command us? He was the king of cocaine -... He was a great man - father to the poor He was a general - He lead guerrilla natives He was El Patron, the pure... The business of pleasure - he rose high The natives ran to him and a few sold The blacks cooked and the gangs enforced Powder for the rich and rocks for the poor