El Dia Que Me Muera

The day I die I want a mariachi band
To play for me and a good band

I want to be buried there in my little town
In the middle of the kiosk in the square

I want my cross made of green mesquite
I want my coffin made of palm
I don't want colorful flowers
I want green plants that are marijuana
I don't want rosaries at my wake
I want the mariachi band to sing me songs

Along with the band and all the people
Singing ballads of brave men
In 1911 I will explain very well
They killed 2 brothers
And also a cousin

I don't want men carrying my coffin
I want it dragged by swift horses
My nose of a gram next to the canelo
Also the maruca, my mare that I love

I know the women will cry for me
But the one I feel is only my mother
Because I'm sure she truly loved me
The other women, only God knows

Finally, I want above my grave
With bullets, write a big sign
Saying that a brave man lies here
Who in games of chance was never a coward