No Es Serio Este Cementerio
Mecano (ES)
This Cemetery Is Not Serious
Hanging from the sky
By twelve cypresses
Twelve apostles in green
Watch for twelve months
To the ruined wall
That delimits it
They have removed some stones
To build the hermitage
My cemetery has a common grave
Where the Heroes of Cuba are
On Sundays, the black people don't let us sleep
As they feel like singing Luba mass
And the dead here have a great time
Among colorful flowers
And on Fridays, if there's no plan in the grave
We dress up and go out
To take a walk
Without going past the gate, of course
Because the dead should be here
And heaven can wait for me
This cemetery
Is not just anything
Because the tombstones at the back
Are made of pink marble
And although there are good tombs
The niches are better
Because they are cheaper
And there are hardly any bugs
Then in a lordly manner, the family mausoleum
Of the Dukes Medina and Luengo
Even though the final judgment treats us all the same
Here there are people of ancient lineage
And the dead here have a great time
Among colorful flowers
And on Fridays, if there's no plan in the grave
We dress up and go out
To take a walk
Without going past the gate, of course
Because the dead should be here
And heaven can wait for me
And the dead here have a great time
Among colorful flowers
And on Fridays, if there's no plan in the grave
We dress up and go out
To take a walk
Without going past the gate, of course
Because the dead should be here
And heaven can wait for me
This cemetery is not serious
(The end of glory in the world to man)
