Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Primo, artist - Los Tucanes De Tijuana. Album song Serie Diamante / 30 Megacorridos, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 12.09.2017
Record label: Tucanes
Song language: Spanish
El Primo(original) |
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 |
(translation) |
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 |