Mario Aguirre

(It's called Mario Aguirre, relative
For whom it is being requested
Greetings to the armed ones, relative
Greetings to Junior, the massive millionaire)

For the taste, a good horse
For the mafia, seriousness
For a cockfight, a good rooster
Good style to lead
It was such fine wood
That there was no axe to split.

(Culiacan)

Mechanics and bricklayers
Middle and high society
Entrepreneurs and mobsters
''Mario Aguirre'' is no longer here
He was humble and left us a legacy
His friendship when greeting.

The orchard is not the same anymore
The lemon is withered
The banana tree grew
Mario knew how to water it
So much that it gave fruit
To descend in clusters.

(And we keep partying, relative
Greetings to my buddy Armando
And let the horses keep dancing
Relative until dawn
Up Zapopan old town
Massive
And let the big band play old)

Lamber Uve Calderon
And Ismael Zeta G
From big mountains and Juancho
They saw him for the last time
He said goodbye by hand
And he left forever.

(Greetings to the old man
Wherever he may be, buddy)

His roots spread
And he sowed his friendship
So thick was the tree
Who could have imagined
That from a cannon a bullet
From which he was shot down.

(Up Jalisco, relative
All the people who are partying)

The cartel is in mourning
Several cockfight arenas as well
And for the taste of El Fresno
It will never be seen again
Compadre Aliano and Carrillo
Mario Aguirre has left us.

(Satisfied, relative
Mario Aguirre, buddy
Cheers to Canelo, the millionaire)