La Nota Roja

With pure burnt horn
The smell was giving that night
The weapons were flashing
And the car windows
Were flying into pieces
That happened there in Los Mochis

The tires screeching could be heard
And the engines were roaring
The adrenaline level
Was rising to a hundred percent
While death was counting
The men who were falling

Northern winds blew
With the smell of hell
A plane took off
Without lights, it was disappearing
In it, two traffickers
From Cuernavaca, Morelos

The Cessna 206
Seemed to bring the devil
It was because the gas turbo
Was running out on them
And they had to land
In the Sierra de Durango

They spoke in codes only
From below they would answer
They were traffickers
Who were in the mountains
To attend emergencies
Members of the same mafia

The red note reported
Several dead and injured
But never mentioned
Those who had gone missing
Among the clouds of the sky
Protected by the night