Son de La Muerte

A friend came to find me
In the middle of a feat
Dressed in a cape
And carrying a scythe

Surely on a bad day
I crossed her path
No sir, it's just that my name
Is on her agenda

I told her: Don't rush
It's not an urgent matter
She said: Alright, agreed
You're my last client

And devising my strategy
As I thought about others' death
About the craziness of suicide
And how beautiful life is

Death and I talked
About life's topics
About sports, culture
And how far China is

About the clothes we wear
About fashion screams
About modern art
And even about Christ and Muhammad

And that cape you wear
That bothers you so much
I tell you straight up
It's out of style

And without that woolen cape
I'll gladly go with you
To paradise, to hell
To any cemetery

The next day death
Came dressed in satin
And like old friends
We gave each other a strong hug

Now I'll take you
She says very remorseful
And I, looking at her bones
Boldly tell her

Thanks to science advances
In its form and content
Synthetic materials
Are now used to make fabrics

And with a fresh skin
I'll gladly go with you
To paradise, to hell
To any cemetery

The next day, in her petticoat
And a skin as fresh as the morning
She came singing her good fortune
To show her identity and malice
She still held the scythe in her hand

When I see her, I just say
Drop that crap, you're not going to reap wheat
And let's go walking with the dawn

When she arrived singing immaculately
And stripped of her symbolism
Any human would tell me the same
I want a death with good feelings
That dresses and fits the fashion of these times
To tell her gratefully

You're not death
You're life
You're not death
Damn, you're life

Wicked death
Comatose state
With my inexperience
I screwed you, bitch

Wicked death
Comatose state
With my inexperience
I screwed you, bitch

And I screwed you on October tenth
And I screwed you on January second
And on July nineteenth
And I screw you the whole year

Wicked death
Comatose state
With my inexperience
I screwed you, bitch

And look, don't tell me
That you can't live anymore
The one with unbearable love
The one who thinks she's pretty but she's not

Wicked death
Comatose state
With my inexperience
I screwed you, bitch

I hope that when you come back
You've been technified
Because I want my grave
With air conditioning

Wicked death
Comatose state
With my inexperience
I screwed you, bitch

And I deceived you with my deceit
And I dodged you with my dodge
That's why now I'm not going to lie down for you

Wicked death
Comatose state
With my inexperience
I screwed you, bitch

Wicked death
Comatose state
With my inexperience
I screwed you, bitch