El Corrido de Julio Beltran

Blasts from the king of horns
Once again they are heard
The roosters didn't crow
They started to cry
When they heard the news
That in Culiacan's capital
In a very treacherous way
They killed Julio Beltran.

They didn't give him any time
Because the fear was too great
More than 300 shots
The cowards fired
They didn't respect the boss
They broke through the wire
Watch out, bastards
They will mess you up.

They say Mayo Zambada
The Guzmans and the Beltrans
And the boar is very sad
They will always remember you
For being playful and mischievous
They will miss you even more
At your grave with sadness
They started to cry.

They will be hit hard
They won't be able to handle it
The adjustments have begun
From Mexico to Culiacan
The brave gang is around
And they are ready to fight
Spin the top's string
If you know how to dance it.

Julio with his Egyptian horn
Couldn't shoot at them
They won the game
Like the rooster from San Juan
He fell like the great ones fall
And he was truly great
Buddy of El Mochomo
Also of El Chapo Guzman.

To my northern band
I don't want to see them cry
Even if Guicho cries
Sing about my buddy
And the kidnapping of my mother
And don't let my song
The Despised be forgotten.