I'll sing this corrido to two men who killed
without having compassion, they were vilely tortured
and already dead with a car over them passing over them.
In the El Palmito neighborhood, the city was Culiacán
Francisco López, also Francisco Beltrán
they didn't imagine that they were gonna kill them.
Francisco López had some overdue accounts
He had rightly killed the one who stole his beloved
but Francisco Beltrán wasn't guilty of anything.
The other day they found them at dawn the day
They had their guts outside and a dog ate them
and a few moments later the police arrived.
With the Sinaloan band they were buried
and two mothers cry without being able to console themselves
for their beloved children that are right now in heaven.
With this one I say goodbye and I tell you in my singing
that bad companies have nothing good to leave
I say it for the corrido, don't forget them