Текст и перевод песни Los Pajaritos de Tacupa - Corrido De Rafael Vázquez

Corrido De Rafael Vázquez

Que suene bien la tambora para cantar un corrido
murió un gallazo de garra de valor reconocido
en su juicio y en la farra, lo que decía había cumplido
El dia 30 de noviembre 86 muy presente
serian las 10 de las noche cuando gritaba la gente
tres descargas se juntaron de calibre diferentes
Una camioneta blanca a rafa iba siguiendo
al llegar el libramiento pues ya lo iban midiendo
sin darle tiempo de nada plomo le estaba lloviendo
Rafael Vasquez Garcia comandante judicial
comisionado en Huetamo su mera tierra natal
fue asesinado a manzalba en la calle principal
(Y eso es cierto compa)
Quiso acabar con los narcos de la región calentana
pa' luego le dieron cargo la policía Michoacana
pero los narcos dijeron no nos dura una semana
Rafa iba en un levarón por la avenida Madero
allá por el libramiento fue por donde lo sorprendieron
con el murió una damita y otra mas que la hirieron
Adiós querido Huetamo, lo que queda es lamentar
que mataron un buen gallo que si sabia contestar
no le hablaron por derecho, le alsaban pelo y ni hablar

Ballad of Rafael Vázquez

Let the tambora sound loud, darling, so I can sing a ballad,
a brave rooster died, his courage renowned, my dear,
in his judgment and in his revelry, what he said, he fulfilled.
The 30th day of November '86, well remembered, sweetheart,
it would be 10 at night when people were screaming,
three shots rang out together, of different calibers.
A white truck was following Rafa, honey,
reaching the bypass, they were already sizing him up, my love,
without giving him any time, lead was raining down on him.
Rafael Vasquez Garcia, judicial commander, my dear,
commissioned in Huetamo, his very birthplace,
was murdered in cold blood on the main street.
(And that's true, my friend)
He wanted to finish off the narcos of the hot region, sweetheart,
later they gave him a position in the Michoacán police,
but the narcos said, "He won't last a week," my love.
Rafa was in a LeBaron on Madero Avenue, honey,
there by the bypass was where they surprised him, my dear,
with him died a lady, and another they wounded.
Goodbye dear Huetamo, what remains is to lament, sweetheart,
that they killed a good rooster who knew how to answer back,
they didn't talk to him straight, they messed with him, and there was nothing to be done about it, my love.