La Dama de La Guadaña

For a long, drawn-out illness
I was dying in bed
I breathed my last breath
And death walked into my home
I come to take you with me
Said the lady in black
I take all the souls
I am death and I want you

So watch out, miss
'Cause I've got a little rhythm in my soul
And if you want to catch it
I warn you, it’s contagious

And just so you know, I warned you in time
But she didn’t listen to me
She ripped my soul right out
Took my party-loving soul away

And without realizing it
The black lady
Became cheerful, cheerful
Hot, hot

It would be my rumba, rumba
It would be by luck, luck
It would be my dance, dance
It would be by magic, magic

But just imagine the sight
Seeing the lady of the scythe
Dancing and clapping
To a Catalan rhythm

We danced all night
To the beat of my scythe
I made love with death
My little rhythm brought me luck

I don’t know what happens
When life passes by
I only know that in a box
No, there’s no room for my soul

I bring you a little rhythm
A Catalan little rhythm
That even raises the dead
To the beat of my scythe.