Cruz de Marijuana

When I die, raise a marijuana cross for me
With 10 bottles of wine and 100 decks nailed
After all, it was my destiny to walk the bad paths

In my fine box, my treasures of treasure
I enjoyed everything in life, jewels, women, and gold
I am a drug trafficker
I risk it all for the powder

Over my grave, raise a marijuana cross
I don't want tears or prayers, nor sacred ground
Bury me in the mountains with the lions of my pack

Let that marijuana cross be watered with fine liquors
7 days a week and play my songs
With northern music, sing my songs there

Let my memory be written with poppy tears
And let it be said with bullets the fame of my gun
For roosters in my land, the mountains were our glory

Over my grave, raise a marijuana cross
I don't want tears or prayers, nor sacred ground
Bury me in the mountains with the lions of my pack