Muerte En Motilleja

They met again
Upon returning from that corner
They met again
And like two creatures
They clung to crying
Love has no cure

To die being loved
How beautiful it would be to die
To die being loved
But how bitter death is
When death is forgotten
How beautiful it would be to die

There doesn't have to be sorrow
If this one who sings dies
There doesn't have to be sorrow
Sing me joyful songs
Don't pray the novena for me
If this one who sings dies

At wakes it is noticed
When someone dies, what things!
At wakes it is noticed
That we don't cry for the dead
But for our own fate
When someone dies, what things!

Don't bury me in sacred ground
The day I die
Don't bury me in sacred ground
Bury me in a green meadow
Where the cattle graze
Don't bury me in sacred ground

Don't bury me in sacred ground