Que Me Entierren Con La Banda

The day I die
Bury me with the band
Don't be all sad
It's all just propaganda

My life is always joyful
Always partying
That's why I want to die
Strolling with the band

To the sound of a good horse
And the sound of gunfire
With ten cases of beer
And the girl I desire

I like to gamble my luck
And risk even my life
To heal my wounds
With my beloved

The night is always beautiful
To start the party
And dawn on the streets
Strolling with the band

I'm from pure Sinaloa
Where men take risks
I walk with the band
Toasting with my loves

I love to party
Throughout the region
I'm happy to sing
For those who suffer in their hearts

The dead to the grave
The living to mischief
The woman who is growing up
Should stop being a child

With this I bid farewell
Friends of the party
I only ask
Bury me with the band