When I die I don't want crying nor sorrow
I prefer to have my vigil dancing a good plena
And if I don't die I don't have a problem
Because I have all the time to dance until death
I don't want the people dressed in black
I prefer to dress my father in law of red
And I want in my grave, chicken and rice
Goat feet with all the melon
Because I was happy in life
And I want to die eating patridges
But with red wine
But with red wine
When I die
When I die
I want to die
To die of plena