El Crimen de Culiacán
Les cantaré este corrido
A dos hombres que mataron
Sin tenerles compasión vilmente los torturaron
Y ya muertos con un carro por encima les pasaron
En la colonia El Palmito
La cuidad fue Culiacán
Andaban Francisco López
También Francisco Beltrán
Ellos no se imaginaban que los iban a matar
Francisco López tenía unas cuentas atrasadas
Había matado derecho al que le robó su amada
Pero Francisco Beltrán no tenía culpa de nada
Otro día los encontraron
Al amanecer el día
Tenía las tripas de fuera y un perro as la comía
Y unos momentos después
Llegaba la policía
Con la banda sinaloense
Los fueron a sepultar
Y dos madrecitas lloran
Sin poderse consolar
Por sus hijos adorados
Que ahorita en el cielo están
Ya con esta me despido
Y les digo en mi cantar
Que las malas companias
Nada bueno han de dejar
Lo digo en este corrido
No se les vaya olvidar
The Crime of Culiacán
I’ll sing you this ballad
About two men who were killed
Without a shred of mercy, they were tortured real cruel
And when they were dead, they ran them over with a car
In the neighborhood of El Palmito
The city was Culiacán
There were Francisco López
And also Francisco Beltrán
They never imagined they were gonna get whacked
Francisco López had some debts to pay
He had killed the guy who stole his girl away
But Francisco Beltrán wasn’t guilty of a thing
Another day they found them
At the break of dawn
His guts were hanging out, and a dog was munching on
And moments later
The cops rolled up on the scene
With the Sinaloan band
They went to lay them to rest
And two mothers are crying
Unable to find solace
For their beloved sons
Who are now up in heaven
Now with this, I’ll take my leave
And I’ll tell you in my song
That bad company
Leaves nothing good behind
I say it in this ballad
Don’t let it slip your mind