El Final de Un Cumbiambero

People know little
About the end of a Cumbia player
The one who played Tropical serenades
At his beloved's grave

The dead started to dance
And the party was in full swing
But suddenly a silent lady
Asked him for an autograph

Hey Cumbia player
You play with a lot of rhythm and flavor
Don't you want to come with me
To dance this big Cumbia?

Excited, he started to dance
With that beautiful young lady
Who they say never returned him

He didn't know who he was dancing with
But many say around
That death was lurking him
And with a cumbia to the GRAVEYARD
It took him away