A La Memoria Del Muerto
Fruko y Sus Tesos
In Memory of the Dead
I don't want them to talk to me,
about sorrow or suffering.
I want to live my life,
happy, joyful, content.
The day I die,
I don't want tears or prayers.
Ask Jaime Ayala,
who is now the living dead.
Bring a lot of moonshine,
and everyone dance happily
with Francisco, Fercho, and Fabio,
seventh and Carlos Rogelio.
And let my friends dance,
in memory of the dead.
And let the girls dance,
in memory of the dead.
Rich neighborhood; rich valley,
in memory of the dead.
And let my brothers dance,
in memory of the dead.
Piper Pimienta and Fruko,
in memory of the dead.
Let there be a lot of drinking,
in memory of the dead.
Oh! let them dance and enjoy,
in memory of the dead.
In memory of the dead,
in memory of the dead.
Oh! let my women dance,
in memory of the dead.
And the dead Arroyo came to the dance today, Yes sir.
I don't want them to talk to me,
about sorrow or suffering.
I want to live my life,
happy, joyful, content.
The day I die,
I don't want tears or prayers.
Take me to my Cali,
to Barranquilla and the Port.
Bring a lot of moonshine,
so everyone is happy.
And let my brothers dance,
in memory of the dead.
And let my friends dance,
in memory of the dead.
And let the girls dance,
in memory of the dead.
Oh! with hands up,
in memory of the dead.
And it reached the Cali River,
in memory of the dead.
And let them dance and enjoy,
in memory of the dead.
Let there be a lot of drinking,
in memory of the dead.
Oh! let them dance and enjoy,
in memory of the dead.
Oh! let the girls dance,
in memory of the dead.
Let German Gutierrez dance,
in memory of the dead.
