Lamberto Quintero

One day, January 28th
How this date hurts me
To Don Lamberto Quintero
A truck was following him
They were heading to El Salado
Just to take a stroll

They passed El Carrizal
Drinking beer
His companion said
A truck is following us
Lamberto, smiling, said
What are the machine guns for?

Close to El Salado
Two R15s roared
There they left a dead man
An enemy of Lamberto
I wish it were a tale
But, gentlemen, it's true

An outstanding man
Joyful and in love
Talking with his girlfriend
He was careless
When some accurate bullets
Took his life away

Santa Maria Clinic
You will be my witness
Two days after his death
Gunshots are heard again
Ten men were left there
For the same reasons

Bridge to Tierra Blanca
You who saw him pass by
Remind them that Lamberto
Will never be forgotten
As for me, I assure you
That Culiacán misses him