El Muerto Vivo (feat. Marina "Ojos De Brujo")

My white friend Herrera got paid his salary
And without thinking twice, he went out to waste it,
A week of partying and he lost consciousness
Since he didn't return home, everyone thought he was dead,

And he wasn't dead, no, he wasn't dead, no,
And he wasn't dead, no, he was having drinks, lerelele

And he wasn't dead, no, he wasn't dead, no,
And he wasn't dead, no, great, great, great,

But after a few days of disappearing
They found a dead man, a very similar dead man,
They held a wake for him and prayed the novena for him,
They forgave his debts and buried him with sorrow,

And he wasn't dead, no, he wasn't dead, no,
And he wasn't dead, no, he was having drinks, lerelele

And he wasn't dead, no, he wasn't dead, no,
And he wasn't dead, no, great, great, great,

But one day he appeared full of life and happy,
Telling everyone hey! they got the wrong dead man,
The commotion that ensued is pure fiction,
His wife no longer wants him, she doesn't want to sleep with the dead,

He wasn't dead, he was partying

My dad, Chocolate, got paid his salary

And he wasn't dead, no, he wasn't dead, no,
And he wasn't dead, no, lerelele lerelé

(ayatollah)