Luto en el cielo

Accordions no longer cry below
casket don't complain, the
spiders in the mountain
know the weave and
handling the drug lords in
Sinaloa did not respect the boss.

the contacts are nice, the
planes efficient, the streams
carry water, and the water moves
the boats, take care of yourselves my
children our Carrillo Fuentes is gone.

and although he is in the sky
but he left us a legacy, it weighs a lot
I feel it because the soldiers tremble
where his people pass
not even the cattle get involved.

the American government, gave them a
bad order the Mexican was wrong
and they made a mess, and although
he is in the sky, he still
hides.

white Cessna plane, my golden neck
condor, route of Julia 15
I miss you everywhere, and
years will pass, I have not
erased your memories.

Guamuchilito ranch, from the
sky I see you, take care of them Saint
Judas and those people I love the most,
light many candles
that illuminate me to the sky.