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El Comandante

Para pelear los hombres verdaderos
Para echar plomo se jalaba Diego
Los pueblos, andaba bien equipado cuidando el terreno

Los rifles largos y cortas al cinto
Monstruos y duras traíban buen equipo
Camuflageados las pecheras puestas, vestidos de pinto

Un cuerno portaba mi amigo Diego
La guajolota les sembraba el miedo
Con un tostón Molino se encargaba de tirarles fuego

Charín, bien rata, siempre iba al volante
Y Caballito no sabía rajarse
Hasta que tope le daremos cuerda, arriba el comandante

Chamic, Quespala donde patrullaban
Para pasearse a Comitán llegaban
A disfrutar si tocaba descalzo por ahí se llevaban

Eran valientes porque así nacieron
Y demostraron que no tenían miedo
Y la perdieron echando chingazos en aquel encuentro

Fueron firmes no se olvidan
Por el pueblo los reconocían
Porque eran hombres y firmes a la bandera
Se dio el topón y cayeron en la pelea
Echaron bala por ser bravos de adeveras

Y un saludo del comandante para todos sus muchachos
Y los caídos donde quiera que se encuentren y seguimos en la lumbre
Puro Nivel 5

De acción y guerra que quede bien claro
No éramos mansos, éramos bien bravos
No llegó apoyo, ellos eran muchos, y nosotros, cuatro

El comandante C-3 sigue a cargo
Siempre a san Judas bien encomendado
Con sus muchachos cuidando el terreno que trae a su cargo

Al comandante nunca se le olvida
Que era su sombra donde se movía
Diego a su lado con equipo al cuerpo cuidaba su vida

Piñas en mano y rifles empotrados
Si hay que pelear no andamos con las manos
Y nos morimos echando chingazos, quedó comprobado

Hay altas, también hay bajas
Lo sabemos, a todos nos pasa
Y seguiremos firmes siempre en la batalla
Lo que se venga aquí, lo que nos sobra es bala
C-3 al frente y sus muchachos lo respaldan

En el monstruo echaron bala
Así mueren hombres en la raya
Ya no los mirarán patrullando esas tierras
C-3 al frente y sus muchachos los recuerdan
Diego, Charín y Caballito, hombres de guerra

The Commander

To fight, real men
To fire lead, Diego used to pull the trigger
The towns, well equipped, guarding the land

Long and short rifles on his belt
Monsters and tough guys, they carried good equipment
Camouflaged, vests on, dressed in paint

My friend Diego carried a horn
The guajolota sowed fear in their hearts
With a Molino tostón, he set them on fire

Charín, a good rat, always driving
And Caballito didn't know how to back down
Until we reach the end, we'll give him the rope, long live the commander

Chamic, Quespala where they patrolled
They arrived to stroll around Comitán
To enjoy themselves, if it was necessary, they took it barefoot

They were brave, because that's how they were born
And they showed that they had no fear
And they lost it, giving a beating in that encounter

They were firm, they are not forgotten
The people recognized them
Because they were men and firm to the flag
The collision happened, and they fell in the fight
They fired bullets because they were truly brave

And a greeting from the commander to all his boys
And the fallen wherever they may be, and we are still in the fire
Pure Level 5

Of action and war, let it be clear
We weren't meek, we were very brave
No support arrived, they were many, and us, four

Commander C-3 is still in charge
Always well entrusted to Saint Jude
With his boys, guarding the land that he is in charge of

The commander never forgets
That he was his shadow wherever he moved
Diego by his side, with equipment on his body, guarded his life

Fists in hand and rifles tucked in
If we have to fight, we don't mess around
And we die giving a beating, it has been proven

There are highs, there are also lows
We know it, it happens to everyone
And we will remain firm, always in battle
Whatever comes our way, what we have left is bullets
C-3 in the front and his boys backing him up

They fired bullets into the monster
That's how men die on the line
You will no longer see them patrolling those lands
C-3 in the front and his boys remember them
Diego, Charín and Caballito, men of war