Mi Funeral

Friends and enemies...
you are invited.

Friends and enemies,
you are invited
to my funeral so they can toast for me,
some of sadness,
others of joy...
but all together because I'm already gone.

When you are lying down let the band be heard,
northern music, mariachis too,
Let them bring cartons full of beer,
and cast me the land where I was born.

I want to invite you to my funeral,
before death comes to look for me,
I want to invite you to my funeral,
I don't want anyone to miss me,
When I die, let the band play,
that one on the bend, that I sang so much.

And that of the Tigers "The Boss of Bosses",
and that the mariachis sing "El Rey" to me.

Friends and enemies, you are invited,
to my funeral so they can toast for me...
I want to see all those women
that they hurt me and made me happy.

When you are lying down let the band be heard,
northern music, mariachis too...
Let them bring cartons full of beer,
and throw me the land that saw me born...