No es serio este cementerio [English translation]

Hanging in the Heaven

By twelve cypresses

Twelve green-clad Disciples

Watch over twelve months

From the crumbling wall

that surrounds it

some rocks has been removed

to make the Hermitage

My graveyard has a common grave

Where we Heroes of Cuba rest

In the Sundays the blacks won't let us sleep

As they often sing Missa Luba

And the deceased here have such a great time

Between colorful flowers

And in Fridays and such

When we have no plans

We dress up, and go out

To have a little walk

Without crossing the doors, of course

For the dead

Here have a place to belong

And Heaven for me

Can wait a bit more

This graveyard

is no common either

For the tombstones at the end

Are made of pink marble

And while there are nice tombs

The niches are quite better

Because they are cheaper

and have almost no bugs

And in regal fashion, there is

The familiar pantheon

of the Dukes of Medina & Luengo.

While in the Final Judgement,

It won't make any difference,

Here you have people of ancient lineage

And the deceased here have such a great time

Between colorful flowers

And in Fridays and such

When we have no plans

We dress up, and go out

To have a little walk

Without crossing the doors, of course

For the dead

Here have a place to belong

And Heaven for me

Can wait a bit more

And the deceased here have such a great time

Between colorful flowers

And in Fridays and such

When we have no plans

We dress up, and go out

To have a little walk

Without crossing the doors, of course

For the dead

Here have a place to belong

And Heaven for me

Can wait a bit more

This Graveyard is not serious

This Graveyard is not serious (Finis Gloriæ Mundi Homini)

This Graveyard is not serious

This Graveyard is not serious (Finis Gloriæ Mundi Homini)

This Graveyard is not serious

This Graveyard is not serious (Finis Gloriæ Mundi Homini)

This Graveyard is not serious

This Graveyard is not serious (Finis Gloriæ Mundi Homini)