El Vestido Rojo
La Hija Del Mariachi
The Red Dress
Put on a red dress,
When I die.
And at the foot of my grave
Don't put flowers on me.
I don't want you to cry for me there,
I don't want fake tears,
Don't make me shed
crocodile tears.
I know that a month after I'm dead,
You won't even remember
Who loved you so much,
And served you like a slave.
And you'll be with your lover,
Celebrating my death,
And shouting in celebration,
Happy and content.
If I could die and come back to life
In the following 2 days.
To know what you feel,
Although I know that my death,
Is the best for you.
