Mi Ultimo Contrabando

I want when I die
You all listen
That's my taste and my way
My finest coffin
And me well dressed
And with my gold jewelry
My right hand a goat horn
And in the other a kilo of powder

It will be my last journey
And I don't want to do it in vain
That's why I want to take my last smuggling
If God doesn't accept my pass
Then I invite her to the devil

I want at my wake
Only my friends
Those who are in this business
So they can take turns
Carrying a plate
And offer powder to everyone
To play cards
Also fine roosters
Like the real bulls do

And I will leave at my funeral
All expenses paid
With a good band