Si La Muerte Pisa Mi Huerto
Los Van Van
If Death Steps on My Garden
If death steps on my garden,
Who will sign that I have died of natural death?
Who will shout it in my town?
Who will put a black ribbon on the slightly open gate?
Who will be that good friend who will die with me, even if just a bit?
Who will say a 'our father' and 'out with the old, in with the new' to themselves?
Who will take care of my dog?
Who will pay for my burial and a metal cross?
Which of all my loves will buy the flowers for my funeral?
Who will empty my pockets?
Who will settle my debts?
Who will put an end to my diary
When the last leaf falls on my calendar?
Who will speak through sobs?
Who will kiss my eyes to give them light?
Who will pray to my memory, may God have him in his glory, and toast to my health?
And who will make bread from my wheat?
Who will wear my coat next December?
And who will be the new owner of my house and my dreams and my wicker armchair?
Who will open my drawers?
Who will read my songs with morbid pleasure?
Who will lie in my bed, wear my pajamas, and keep my wife?
Who will bring me chrysanthemums on the first of November?
Who will put an end to my diary
When the last leaf falls on my calendar...?
