El Primo - Los Tucanes De Tijuana
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Lyrics " El Primo "
Original text with translation
El Primo
Los Tucanes De Tijuana
Оригинальный текст
Le apodaban el rayito
Por que el plebe era una bala
A pesar que era tan joven
No le tenía miedo a nada
Chaidez era su apellido
Y Raymundo se llamaba
Era el día de su cumpleaños
20 por cierto cumplía
En el boulevard Anaya
La muerte lo sorprendia
Ráfagas de carro a carro
Terminaron con su vida
A la familia ofendieron
Era lo q pretendían
Con la muerte del rayito
Sabían que lo lograrían
Y en verdad lo consiguieron
Ya la mecha esta prendida
La moneda esta en el aire
Y ahí venados en la mira
Era garañón el rayo
Tenia amores donde quiera
Se dio los gustos que quiso
Era gallo de adeveras
Tuvo hazañas muy pesadas
Era de buena madera
Cuando el toro es encartado
El becerro nace fino
El rayito era de arranque
Se moría por un amigo
Hasta pa portar pistola
El rayito tenia estilo
Adiós shakala Durango
Ya me quede aquí en los llanos
Adiós muchachas bonitas
Que sus mieles me entregaron
Adiós a toda mi raza
Culiacán ahí va un recado
Mas vale vivir de pie que morir arrodillado
Перевод песни
They nicknamed him the little ray
because the plebs was a bullet
Even though he was so young
He was not afraid of anything
Chaidez was his last name
And Raymundo was called
It was his birthday
20 by the way he fulfilled
On Anaya Boulevard
death surprised him
Bursts from car to car
They ended his life
The family was offended
It was what they intended
With the death of the ray
they knew they would make it
And they really got it
The fuse is already lit
The coin is in the air
And there deer in the crosshairs
The lightning was a stallion
He had loves wherever he wants
He gave himself the tastes that he wanted
He was a real rooster
He had very heavy feats
he was made of good wood
When the bull is encartado
The calf is born thin
The little ray was starting
He was dying for a friend
Even to carry a gun
The ray had style
Goodbye Shakala Durango
I already stayed here in the plains
bye pretty girls
That the honey of him gave me
Goodbye to all my race
Culiacán there goes a message
It is better to live on your feet than to die on your knees
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