No Quiero Que Me Lloren

Hey
The day I die
The only thing I ask of you
Is that

I don't want them to cry for me, or bring me flowers
I want them to be singing
All of my songs

To drink and burn blunts
The saints and the thieves
We live in their memories
And in their hearts

Give it Mambo

I don't want them to cry for me and for you to bring me flowers
I want you to have a good time
The day it's my turn
And play my songs
Dance in the neighborhoods
To the rhythm of the guns and light up a lot of blunts

I don't want them to cry for me
I don't want them to say I was a saint
My mom already knew I did bad things and gave my life for them
I only ask God to protect my family
And my daughter Lía, may God bless her
Tell her that her daddy gave his life for her
I wanted to go far to give her a good life
We were born to die, I already knew that
But no one told me the day and the hour
And now I'm better and I watch over them from above
Take care of my people and live day by day

As if this were the last day of your life
As if it were the last day of my life
I want you to dance it, baby
Remember me with joy

As if it were the last day of my life
I want you to dance it, baby
Remember me with joy

If tomorrow destiny takes my life
I want them to light up blunts on the day of my farewell

I tried to defend myself and found no way out
But tell my children that daddy from above always watches over them
No one dare to cry
Just remember
The good times we won't forget
No one dare to cry
Just remember
The good times we won't forget

I always dreamed of this
Making money from the moment I wake up until I go to bed
To the fake ones, I detest them
They see me shining and that's what bothers them

I stole the show where the party that the world has to see
In things of bandits we are aware that everything has its end
From a kid making any million in international territory
A shout out to my brother Camilo
Carrión that I will carry in my heart

No one dare to cry
Just remember
The good times we won't forget
No one dare to cry
Just remember
The good times we won't forget

I don't want them to cry for me
Or for you to bring me flowers
I want you to have a good time
The day it's my turn

And play my songs
Dance in the neighborhoods
To the rhythm of the guns and light up many blunts

I was born on the street, lived on the street
I left my legacy throughout the country
We lived as buddies but now I'm gone
I don't want more tears and no one to suffer
I tried to be straight
In front of my family
So that nothing is missing
I ask the Lord for strength for my daughter
That if I'm not here, He keeps her alive
Keeps her alive

Have fun in the little cave
And in the fancy murals
Up with the neighborhood
Play all my songs
It was all for the family
If I made mistakes, it was to give them a good life
And may God forgive me

I want them to know that we do all this for the family
To seek our economic well-being
Because wanting to rise again in a society where the poor are oppressed

Little Camilo Carrión
May God have you in glory, brother
I carry you in my heart