Mi funeral
Konsumo Respeto
My funeral
On that special day
I would like to see all of you,
but not at the funeral home,
but going from bar to bar.
My body will be in a box,
my soul partying hard,
with beer and kalimotxo,
you all around.
And if I see a tear fall,
I hope and wish a lot
that you can't hold back the laughter
from smoking so many joints.
I don't see you as foolish enough
to be serious and somber at my funeral,
friends don't die,
they just get buried.
I don't know if I'll reach heaven to touch
or if someone will close the door on me,
I'll wait for you in hell,
it seems to be my place.
