Crímen de Culiacán

I will sing this ballad to you
About two men who were killed
Without having compassion, they were cruelly tortured
And when they were dead, a car ran over them

In the El Palmito neighborhood
The city was Culiacán
Francisco López was around
Also Francisco Beltrán
They never imagined they would be killed

Francisco López had some outstanding accounts
He had killed the man who stole his beloved
But Francisco Beltrán was innocent

Another day they were found
At dawn
Their guts were out and a dog was eating them
And a few moments later
The police arrived

With the Sinaloan band
They were buried
And two mothers cry
Unable to console themselves
For their beloved sons
Who are now in heaven

With this, I bid you farewell
And I tell you in my song
That bad company
Will not bring anything good
I say it in this ballad
Don't forget it