El Esqueleto

It is worth nothing in the world this much pride
It is worth nothing in the world this much pride

What good is it in life to be so conceited
If everything turns into nothing
They know we all were born to be deceased
And in the end sooner or later
All that greatness always ends

That's why everyone is the same to me
I respect the child and I respect the old
I talk to the one who has money and the one who doesn't
To the well-off and the beggar

That's why everyone is the same to me
I respect the child and I respect the old
I talk to the one who has money and the one who doesn't
To the well-off and the beggar

Life ends, the mystery ends
When one dies, they are worth nothing
Here a poor beggar is worth the same
As the most educated in society

Yes, Sir

The day that God decides on one of us
The day that God decides on one of us
We are only a skeleton of pure bone
That in this world nobody respects

Only the cemetery gives us shelter
While everything turns to dust
Until finally we are nothing

So why do many people think
That they are better than others
If in the cemetery after death
We all are worth the same

Life ends, the mystery ends
When one dies, they are worth nothing
Here a poor beggar is worth the same
As the most educated in society

Life ends, the mystery ends
When one dies, they are worth nothing
Here a poor beggar is worth the same
As the most educated in society

Yes, Sir