A Gaita do Falecido
Os Bertussi
The Deceased's Harmonica
When I depart I don't want screaming or crying
Because I don't want sadness to go with me
Take my harmonica, which is a treasure to me
And keep playing until my final resting place
Naturally, upon arriving at the cemetery
The gatekeeper won't allow music to enter
By then they will have done as I wish
Let go of the harmonica and you can continue praying
I'll leave my harmonica as a memento
For one of the children who has the vocation
What I don't want is for it to be in a child's hands
Rolling around like a toy on the floor
Oh, my wife, I want to leave a request
As long as she remembers me
If by chance she finds another husband
Don't let him play my harmonica
It's not jealousy, it's nothing, it's not a quarrel
I don't care after I have died
All I want is for the scoundrel to never say
I got the harmonica and the deceased's wife
