Coyotaje

I was born in the summer,

when the heat was insane.

Mother called me “la luz del sol,”

but David is my Christian name.

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The first born of two,

my brother is felix.

Our father, a carpenter

with nothing to fix.

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And our bellies were small,

we slept on the floor.

Long and cranky were the Guadalajara nights.

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Our mother died

when I was just nine.

She was young,

but her heart was not strong.

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And our bellies were small.

Papa was sad.

And he drank through his sorrow in the Guadalajara nights.

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But Tia Rosita,

mi padres hermanas,

knew a boy had no place in the Guadalajara nights.

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When I was 17,

she found a way,

and I said goodbye to the Guadalajara nights.

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Coyotaje, coyotaje, coyotaje,

take me away.

To the land of the labor,

I’ll labor the rest of my days.

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Coyotaje, coyotaje, coyotaje,

take me away.

A un neuvo hogar, un asilo,

coyotaje take me away.

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Tia Rosita,

she called me to say,

that Felix was stabbed in the Guadalajara nights.

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And it’s only by God

he’s still alive.

Just a boy of 15 in the Guadalajara nights.

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Coyotaje, coyotaje, coyotaje,

take me away.

To the land of the labor,

I’ll labor the rest of my days.

               -

Coyotaje, coyotaje, coyotaje,

take me away.

A un neuvo hogar, un asilo,

coyotaje take me away.