Corrido A Lamberto Quintero

One day twenty-eighth of January
How that date hurts me
To Mr. Lamberto Quintero
He was followed by a truck
They were heading to El Salado
Just to take a stroll

They passed by 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 R-15s roared
There they left a dead man
An enemy of Lamberto
I wish it were a tale
But gentlemen, it's true

(Music)

An extraordinary man
Joyful and in love
Talking to his girlfriend
He was distracted
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
I assure you
That Culiacán misses him