Firme (feat. Neto Reyno)

Those who leave do not die
Only those who are forgotten die
Those who leave do not die
Only those who are forgotten die
If forgotten, they will never be remembered

Who will understand the songs when I am already dead
Let the mountains toast and also in the desert
Bring me here even though they say otherwise
I grew up in the mountains to be born to leave
Serve me a churrito to sing through the frosts
With the family playing calmly
Early mornings kneading emotions in trays
Warriors with broken hearts on notebooks

Those who leave do not die
Only those who are forgotten die
Those who leave do not die
Only those who are forgotten die
And if forgotten, they will never be remembered

In Mexican traditions that never forget the dead
Proudly in life, I have grown up in the country with this culture
Enchantment is the corner factory of my great city

When I die, I don't want tears
Just throw flowers, no more thorns
Days that prick so gray and unhappy
And never colorful, let my lyrics sound in notebooks
And immortalize the songs

Let the party be set and ready with the deserved honors
Do not forget that drink on the floor
With a touch of the best flower ever tasted and seen, I insist
And the day I die, remember how many times I got up from the floor
The best, and that's how the one above wanted it
Who said in November I can't come back to see you, that they never left me on read

Throw the chavela to ward off the evils, my ashes to the river
And half for the rose bushes, a few candles and a little rum
[?] the gifts they gave me this gift
What my little sisters do and also my little brothers
Let it be heard in the hills even though our little walk
Pure love, for my prose and also for my little ranch
Give a kiss to my mother and also to my father

If I go far from here, bring me back to the ranch where I grew up
Let the ashes spread over all the hills that saw my happy life
Where my family, my children, my wife, my land, and my friends saw me leave
I will be watching everything my way even though I am no longer here
For each candle when lighting the flame
That calls me to come back to see you, yes, to come back to see you