Luto En La Mafia

Accordion players, don't cry anymore
Bajo sexto, don't complain
The spiders in the mountains
The weaving and dealing
The Sinaloa drug lords
Didn't respect the boss.

The contacts are pretty
The planes efficient
The streams carry water
And the water moves the boats
Take care of yourselves, my children
Carrillo Fuentes is gone.

And although he's in heaven
But he left us a legacy
It weighs heavily and I feel it
Because the soldiers tremble
Where his people pass
Not even the cattle get involved.

The American government
Sent them a bad order
The Mexican made a mistake
And they caused disorder
And although he's in heaven
They still hide from him.

White Cessna plane
And golden-necked condor
Route of Julia Quince
I'll be waiting for you everywhere
And the years will pass
I haven't forgotten his memories.

Rancho del Guamuchilito
From heaven, I see you
Take care of them, Saint Juditas
To those people I love the most
Light many candles
To illuminate me up to heaven