It was in the Sierra de Durango
where the plane passed
it was true or it was a lie
there were the pieces.
Pilots or traces
something happened on the way
Well, a Colombian capo
he was looking for his son
I noticed it desperate
from Cali avia come.
The pines tremble with cold
why a lot of snowy avia
El Chapo asked permission
and a great favor to Mayo
as a father I ask him
you know tragedies
they kidnapped my son
help me
has 5 days lost
in the bowels of this sierra.
Clear Colombian friend
we are walking hand in hand
I will find that plane
or I stop calling me the Mayo.
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A month went by looking
new news arrived
a dog has found the trail
and parts of the plane.
They went to the right place
and a surprise I expected
all the people of the Mayo
with the shovels
the ship is not to crashed
the ship has been knocked down.
I hug him with so much strength
as if he were alive
his face was a skull
forgive my son
how I cry to the boy
it seemed like a nightmare
avia 3 bodies seated
with a paper that said
you did not pay Colombian
today I take away what you most wanted.
Thank you, Don Mayo
today I have a grave to cry
a year later I knew that on the contrary
He was buried alive in the same place.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)