Mario Aguirre
(se llama mario aguirre pariente
Paquien la esta solisitando
Saludos pa los enriflados pariente
Saludos pal junior al millon masiso)
Para el taste un buen caballo
Pa la mafia seridad
Para un palenque un buen gallo
Buen estilo pa mandar
Fue una madera tan fina
Que hacha no hubo pa rajar.
(culiacan)
Mecanicos y albañiles
Media y alta sociedad
Empresarios y mafiosos¨
''mario aguirre'' ya no esta
Fue humilde y nos dejo herencia
Su amistad al saludar.
La huerta ya no es lo mismo
El limon marchito esta
La platanera crecio
Mario la supo regar
Tanto que en avio se dio
Fruto en racimos bajar.
(ea y seguimos pisteando pariente
Saludos pa mi compa armando
Y que sigan bailando los cuacos
Pariente hasta que amanesca
Arriba zapopan viejo
Masiso
Y que suena la bandona viejo)
Lamber uve calderon
Y ismael zeta g
De grandes montes y juancho
Lo vieron la ultima vez
De mano se despidio
Y para siempre se fue.
(saludos pal viejon
Donde quiera que se encuentre compa)
Se extendieron sus raices
Y sembradio a su amistad
Tan grueso que estaba el arbol
Quien se podria imaginar
Que de un cañon una bala
Del cual lo fue deribar.
(arriba jalisco pariente
Toda la gente que anda pisteando)
El cartel esta de luto
Varios palenques tambien
Y por el taste del fresno
Jamas se volvera a ver
Compadre aliano y carrillo
Mario aguirre se nos fue.
(complacido pariente
Mario aguirre compa
Hay pal canelo al millon)
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)