Текст и перевод песни Mono Blanco - El Coco

El Coco

El coco vino a decirme
Que la muerte me busco
Que la muerte me busc
ó el coco vino
A decirme

Y yo le dije sonriendo que cantando me encontró, con el arpa y la jarana y de mi se enamoró

Coco, le canté de noche, le canté de día; condenada Parca, como se movia
Bailaba la bamba tambien el colas, siguió la morena, ahí nomá nomá!
Cantó la pelona y tomó mezcal, pa' ponerse alegre en su funeral
Cayó la cabeza, también la costilla, los huesos se fueron bajo e' la rodilla
Todo su esqueleto se desbarató y con este coco, la muerte murió
La muerte gimiendo llora y yo le digo que no, y yo le digo que no la muerte gimiendo llora
Pues se le pasó la hora de llevarme pal panteón, de llevarme a refinar pal panteón pues se le pasó la hora
Andale Catrina, vente ya a bailar, sube a la tarima para zapatear, saca tu abanico, saca tu reboso
Que ya los difuntos bailaran con gozo
Toma tu torito, vete a zapatear
Y a tu zapatito, ponlo a refinar, en el camposanto pprque ha de sonar en aquella tumba a la que porque ya no bebo

The Coconut

The coconut came to tell me
That death sought me
That death sought me, the coconut came
To tell me
And I

Smiled and told her that she found me singing, with the harp and the guitar, and she fell in love with me

Coconut, I sang to her at night, I sang to her by day; damned Parca, how she danced
She danced the bamba and also the colas, then the morena followed, right there and then!
The bald one sang and drank mezcal, to be happy at her funeral
Her head fell off, also her ribcage, her bones went under the knee
Her entire skeleton fell apart and with this coconut, death died
Death wept and cried and I told her no, and I told her no, death wept and cried
Because the hour to take me to the graveyard had passed, to take me to be refined to the graveyard, because the hour had passed
Come on Catrina, come and dance, come up to the stage to tap dance, take out your fan, take out your shawl
So that the dead may dance with joy
Take your little bull, go and tap dance
And your little shoe, refine it, in the graveyard, because it must resound in that tomb because I no longer drink