Con Una Bolsita
Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa
With a Little Bag
With a little bag and with a bottle
I want them to bury me when I die
Let the band play a handful of dirt
Life borrowed and a wooden cross
I don't want sadness, I don't want pain
When they take me to the cemetery
Take out the little bag and catch a plane
So I can get inside the coffin here
I was a womanizer, very drunk and crazy
I don't care what they say
Don't mourn for me, don't cry for me
Because in the end, I wasn't a saint
And those women who loved me so much
Don't bring me flowers to the cemetery
Through time they are remembering me
My crazy spirit is wandering
Go to my grave, sing to it
Pour beer and I'll be enjoying it
Let a biker go, enjoy life
Drink beer because water is boring
With a little bag and with a bottle
I want them to bury me when I die
Let the band play a handful of dirt
Life borrowed and a wooden cross
