Muerte En Motilleja
Rodrigo Cuevas
Death In Motilleja
They met again
Upon returning from that corner
They met again
And like two creatures
They clung to crying
Love has no cure
To die being loved
How beautiful it would be to die
To die being loved
But how bitter death is
When death is forgotten
How beautiful it would be to die
There doesn't have to be sorrow
If this one who sings dies
There doesn't have to be sorrow
Sing me joyful songs
Don't pray the novena for me
If this one who sings dies
At wakes it is noticed
When someone dies, what things!
At wakes it is noticed
That we don't cry for the dead
But for our own fate
When someone dies, what things!
Don't bury me in sacred ground
The day I die
Don't bury me in sacred ground
Bury me in a green meadow
Where the cattle graze
Don't bury me in sacred ground
Don't bury me in sacred ground
