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The Little Ray

Los Tucanes de Tijuana

El Rayito

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 que 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
Tenía 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 tenía 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
Es mejor morir de pie que vivir arrodillado

The Little Ray

They called him the little ray
Because the kid was a bullet
Even though he was so young
He wasn't afraid of anything

Chaidez was his last name
And Raymundo was his name
It was the day of his birthday
He was turning 20, by the way

On Boulevard Anaya
Death caught him by surprise
Gunfire from car to car
Ended his life

They offended the family
That was what they intended
With the death of the little ray
They knew they would succeed

And they really did it
The fuse is lit
The coin is in the air
And there are deer in the sights

He was a stallion, the ray
Had lovers everywhere
He indulged in what he wanted
He was a real rooster

He had some heavy feats
He was made of good stuff
When the bull is cornered
The calf is born fine

The little ray was a go-getter
He would die for a friend
Even when it came to carrying a gun
The little ray had style

Goodbye Shakala Durango
I’m staying here in the plains
Goodbye pretty girls
Who gave me your sweetness

Goodbye to all my crew
Culiacán, here’s a message
It’s better to die on your feet than live on your knees

Escrita por: Mario Quintero Lara