El Funeral Del Labrador
Bárbara y Dick
The Farmer's Funeral
In this hole you're in
Measured in palms
It's the smallest account
You took in life
It's the right size
Not wide, not deep
It's the part that belongs to you
Of this estate
It's the part that belongs to you
Of this estate
It's not a big hole
It's a measured hole
It's the land you wanted
To see divided
It's the land you wanted to see divided
It's a big hole
For your dead body
But you'll be wider
Than you were in the world
You'll be wider than you were in the world
It's a big hole
For your meager remains
Yet, more than in the world
You'll feel spacious
Yet, more than in the world you'll feel spacious
It's a big hole
For your scarce flesh
But the given land
Doesn't open its mouth
But the given land doesn't open its mouth
It's the right size, not wide, not deep
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate
It's a big hole for your little remains
But you'll be wider than you were in the world
You'll be wider than you were in the world
It's not a big hole, it's a measured hole
It's the land you wanted to see divided
It's the land you wanted to see divided
It's a big hole for your scarce flesh
But the given land doesn't open its mouth
But the given land doesn't open its mouth
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate
It's the land you wanted to see divided
But you'll be wider than you were in the world
But the given land doesn't open its mouth
But the given land doesn't open its mouth
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate
It's the part that belongs to you of this estate