Sobre Una Tumba Humilde

"Well, my people, it is proven
That the wealth of the poor is love
Pure love, that not even death takes away
Feeling you.

I couldn't make you a monument
Of marble with colorful inscriptions
But to your final resting place I come attentively
Leaving a wild flower and a thousand loves.

Here there are mausoleums of millionaires
That no one has ever visited again
They are eternally lonely tombs
Over which not a single prayer will be heard.

I told you I would return to the cemetery
To offer you my feelings and my affection
And the treasure of the purity of my tears
On the earth where my love lives with you.

Because we, who carry as a banner
As a standard the condition of poverty
When we love, our passion is true
No one can beat us, loving is our great wealth.

And common and ordinary
Are the perfumes of my flowers
They speak for me of a devotion that never leaves me
And they even seem like they will never fade away.

I don't have the means to pay for a monument
Of marble with colorful inscriptions
There are wild flowers as blessings
Over the tombs of humble people who honored life.

There are wild flowers as blessings
Over the tombs of humble people who honored life.

Over the tombs of people who love each other
Humbly, I want to leave a tearful flower.

I didn't make you a monument
Because I don't have riches
But I offer you my feelings
Which is the greatness of the poor.

I don't want anyone to cry
If I die tomorrow
Oh, let them bring salsa music
And plant flowers, there at my final resting place.

Humbly, I want to leave you a tearful flower
So you know that I love you
So you know that I
Will never forget you.

Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba
Is what I bring you here, yes, yes
A tear from me, from me, with feeling
And devotion for you.

I want to leave, I want to leave, I want to leave
I want to leave you my rumba
Because you were a rumbero and you're going to heaven
I leave you with Papo Pepín playing the drums.

There in the Marín neighborhood
My people from Venezuela
You can still hear a song
It's from the Madera group, look how great they are.

"Well, my people, as they say in the end:
Humbly, mission accomplished".