Día de Muertos (Destripando La Historia)

Oh! I feel a little dead Rodrigo
Oh! Well, me too Pascualito!
Oh, no way! Did the rabbit die too?
No, just scribbled on its face
Come on, my little one
No, you go
I'm telling you to go

Between the first and second of November, the Day of the Dead is celebrated
Because that's how the dead are remembered
It's something that has been done for a long time
It's beautiful and very colorful with altars for those who have passed away
Adorned with photos of the deceased
With marigold flowers and papel picado
Skulls, cigarettes, and tequila are placed
A dish of food, their favorite
The Mexicas used to dedicate several
Festivals to the dead, at least about six
The Christians arrived (Deus vult!) and it stayed 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

Don't mess around!
Pascualito, don't back out on me now!
Well, there's no other way
Depending on how you died, you were sent to strange realms
Where the gods lived, pronouncing them is very complicated
If you drowned, you went to Tlaloc
If you died fighting, to Omeyocan
Dead children to Chichihuanauco
And those who died a natural death to Mictlan
Where Mictlantlecutli and Mictecaci awaited them

I can't pronounce this Rodrigo!
Well, we're going to Mictlan
Where you had to make a four-year journey
(Micteca... Mictecací... Mictecacihuatl! That)
First, you would find a river and the shore full of dogs
If you've been good to them, they'll help you cross to a hill
(Oh, this dog is bald!)
You'll have to pass two mountains that clash and crush you
Then climb another mountain that cuts you and leaves you with nothing
(Really leaves you in bones)
And you'll pass through a frozen field that keeps cutting you as it continues to snow
Let's speed up this thing!
This path is a calvary and it's not over
Let's go to level six
To five!
Well, to five!

You'll enter a vast desert called Pancuetlacaloyan
Where a strong wind blows
Carrying you floating if you don't fall forward
(Oh, with the little trunk!)
When you come out, they'll be waiting for you with a thousand arrows to shoot you
And when you've crossed this threshold
A jaguar will jump on you to devour you
(It ate my heart Pascu!)
(Oh! Oh!)
And with only your skeleton, you'll float through black
Waters to reflect and reach Mictlan
Then the two gods devour you and let you
Become one with the universe
Happy Day of the Dead! Ay lara lara la