La Muerte de Arturo Beltran

The mafia and the people of the mountains are in mourning,
Arturo Beltran, the king of the Mochomera, has died,
From the Beltran cartel, they did not expect it to be this way,

He armed himself with rifles, titans, and grenades,
The high school hitmen feared nothing,
Always with the gun up, just accelerated people,

December 2009 will never be forgotten,
They killed Arturo, the truth is unknown,
Some say it was betrayal or military strategies,

Badiraguato palm, cradle of heavy people,
There was born Arturo surrounded by honest people,
By the age of 15, he was respected,

The Golden Triangle gave him power and ambition,
He was born in humble beginnings, he never forgot that,
Those who helped him, he never abandoned,

With this, I bid farewell, that's the law of life,
Arturo, the white boots, we will mourn your departure,
The Mochomera ends as the party continues above.