Cruz de Madera

A wooden cross of the most ordinary
This is what I ask for when I die
I don't want luxuries or fancy tables
I don't want a box worth millions
All I want is for songs to be sung
For a great party to be thrown for the death of a poor man

I don't want tears
I don't want sorrows
I don't want sadness
I don't want anything

All I want is that at my wake
A serenade in the early morning

When my body is next to the grave
All I ask for as a farewell
In the four corners of my burial
Like holy water, sprinkle tequila

I don't want tears
I don't want sorrows
I don't want sadness
I don't want anything

All I want is that at my wake
A serenade in the early morning