Lyrics of Las Dos Cruces - El Komander, Diferente Nivel

Las Dos Cruces (original)

General ya no sea tan violento
que mi padre ya esta casi muerto
encontraron lo que mas buscaban
ya quemaron la hierba en el cerro
deme ami los golpes que agan falta
que mi padre se me esta muriendo
si prefiere metame un plomazo
pero ya no castigue a mi viejo
mi padre es sembrador eso es cierto
pero el tambien es un hombre honesto
no a matado nunca a hecho ni un daño
solamente es un pobre ranchero
que a sembrado esa hierba por años
ala que ustedes llaman veneno
veneno es el que traego en la sangre
por mirar a mi padre sufriendo
amarrado mi padre indefenso
respiraba y se le iva el resuello
un mecate que ataba su cuerpo
lastimaba y quemaba violento
yo era un niño impotente y sin fuerza
que lloraba y lloraba por verlo
general ya no sea tan violento
por favor deje libre a mi padre
tengo cuacos y lleguas preñadas
que pueden el delito pagarle
con desprecio y con una sonrrisa
me contesto yo soy justiciero
que trata a delincuente como este
que aparentan ser buenos rancheros
fui con rabia pal cuello apretarle
serrojo el rifle y me apunto al pecho
un soldado razo metio el brazo
dijo vete muchacho pal cerro
ve a cuidar a tu madre y hermanos
que este cazo no tiene remedio
vi a mi pare golpeado y cansado
yo asustado me sali corriendo
escuche dos descargas de mauser
regrese a ver lo que ya esperaba
recargado detras de un aguaje
el soldado razo agonizaba
la otra descarga fue pa mi padre
que murio como un hombre en la ralla
dos cruces de madera en el monte
pa mi padre y para un buen soldado
con la fecha de un seis de septiembre
año setenta y siete marcado
cerca de tamazula durango
siempre seran muy bien recordados

(translation)

General no longer be so violent
that my father is almost dead
they found what they were looking for the most
They already burned the grass on the hill
give me the blows that are missing
that my father is dying
if he prefers to hit me with a plumb
but he no longer punishes my old man
my father is a sower that is true
but he is also an honest man
he has never killed or done any harm
he only he is a poor rancher
who has planted that grass for years
wing you call poison
poison is what I bring in my blood
for looking at my father suffering
tied up my defenseless father
he breathed and his breath went away
a rope that bound his body
he hurt and burned violently
I was a powerless child without strength
who cried and cried to see him
general no longer so violent
please set my father free
I have cuacos and you get pregnant
that they can pay the crime
with contempt and with a smile
I answer myself I am a vigilante
who treats criminal like this
who appear to be good ranchers
I went furiously to squeeze his neck
I lock the rifle and aim at my chest
a reasonable soldier put his arm
He said go away, boy, to the hill
go take care of your mother and brothers
that this saucepan has no remedy
I saw my father beaten and tired
I scared I ran away
listen to two downloads of mauser
come back to see what you already expected
recharged behind a aguaje
the razo soldier was dying
the other download was for my father
that he died as a man in the grate
two wooden crosses on the mount
for my father and for a good soldier
with the date of a sixth of September
year seventy seven marked
near tamazula durango
they will always be well remembered