Día de Muertos (Destripando La Historia)

Oops! I feel a little dead Rodrigo
Oh! Me too, Pascualito!
Welcome to Unraveling History with Pascu and Rodri
Today we bring you the day of the dead
Oh my God! Did the rabbit die too?
No, he just scribbled his face
Come on my little son
No, you go ahead
I tell you to walk yourself

The Day of the Dead is celebrated between November 1st and 2nd
Because this is how the dead are remembered
It's something that has been done for quite some time
It is beautiful and very colorful with altars for those who have left
Decorated with photos of the deceased
With cempaxúchitl flower and confetti
Skulls, cigars and tequila are added
Plate of food, which was always his favorite
The Mexicas already dedicated several
Celebrations for the dead, at least six
The Christians arrived (Deus vult!) and it remained as you see
Hey Rodrigo, did you know where the dead went according to the Mexicas?
Well no, but since we're dead, we can go see what it was like

No way!
Pascualito, don't back out on me now!
Oh, well, there's no other way
Depending on how you died, you were sent to strange kingdoms
Where the gods lived, pronouncing them is very complicated
If you drowned you went to Tlaloc
If you died fighting Omeyocán
The dead children of Chichihuanauco
And those who died of natural causes went to Mictlán
Where Mictlantlecutli and Mictecaci were waiting for them

I don't know how to pronounce this, Rodrigo!
Well, we go to Mictlan in
Where you had to make a four-year journey
(Micteca... Mictecací... Mictecacihuatl! That's it)
First you found a river and the shore full of dogs
If you have been good to them they will help you cross to a hill
(Oh, this dog is bald!)
You will have to pass two mountains that collide and crush you
Then you climb another mountain that cuts you off and leaves you with nothing
(It really leaves you in the bones)
And you will pass a frozen field that continues to cut you without stopping snowing
Let's speed this mother up!
This path is an ordeal and it is not over
Let's go to level six
To five!
Well, to five!

You will enter a wide desert called Pancuetlacaloyan
Where a wind blows very strong
It floats you if you don't fall face first
(Oh, with the little horn!)
When you leave they will be waiting for you with a thousand arrows to shoot you
And when you have crossed this threshold
A jaguar will jump on you to devour you
(Easter ate my heart!)
(Ouch! Ouch!)
And with only your skeleton you will float through the black
Waters for you to reflect and thus reach Mictlán
Then the two gods devour you and you
Let you become one with the universe
Happy Day of the Dead! Oh lara lara la