Текст и перевод песни Tego Calderón - Mi Entierro

Mi Entierro

Mi entierro va a ser el acabute
Ahora veran como lo quiero
Crucecita, Corona, zero flores
Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen
Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera
Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte
Pa′ seguir bebiendo y fumando
Despues que me lleven donde quiera
Pero que no falte "el terrorista"
Vico-C, Maicol y nuel-Ma\'
Que esten Baby Rasta, Gringo
Falo, Yankee, Nicky Jam
Cejon el Master Joe
Y su consul O.G. Black
Miguel Play y Chezinola
DJ Adam, el Mad Jam
Que no se me olvide Horny
Wisin Yandel, y el super PantyMan
Notty con Hector y Tito
Tambien las Guanabanas
Cava, y el sindicato
Rey Pirin, Tempo y Mexican
Y a lo mejor de la caja yo me levanto y...
Hola, que tal
No se vaya a desmayar
Es que el vuelo mio lo van a atrazar
Tuve que hablar con San Pedro y con el mandaman; Que me diera un chance
Que yo me iba a dejar llevar
Malos tiempos influye grandemente lo que escribo
Tito, con tal que no me toca el desatino
Si me toca lo mio, a lo adivino
Quiero mucho bandidas y mucho tiro
Que al song de Maelo despidan mi duelo
Porque yo soy negrito bueno y ando sin miedo
Pa′ mi la muerte es una vida vivida
Y la vida es una muerte que viene
Conforme con llegar hasta el 2009
Si se puede, ultima palabra usted la tiene
Agradezco mis colegas por darse cita
Y la gente que me trajo el cañita y la mala hojita
La seta, y a las dos
Con tanta mujer bonita, quien no resuscita
Como pica, sin prisa
Pueden postponer la misa
Devolver este gavan, la corbata y la camisa
Sin me necesitas grita
O mejor haz como Madonna y Evita
Dios me los cuide
Y la virgen de los guarde
Deseos del aballarde
Oye, pa' que mangues
Me despido de los niggers
Que siempre ponen atencion a lo que tiren
Mi pueblo vive
Hago musica de respeto
Azul completo, pa' blanco y pa′ prietos
Happy to be nappy
Exploto como Nagasaki
No hay futuro tirando lirica sloppy
No soy del monton, ni promedio
Tengo los medios
Se cancelo lo del cementerio
Pero si muero, el negro que viene luego
Dejarle algo claro quiero
Es que mi cria o mi gata no se maltrata
O por la noche voy a jalarte las patas
Eso es lo que pasa
Soy Zulu igual que Shaka
Y tu no puedes entrar en mi casa
Sabes quien eres
Bendicion a to′ esos seres
Que me cuidan y me quieren
Misionando en la segunda
A mi manera
Cosa buena
No me huelen ni las azucenas
Mi entierro va a ser el acabute
Ahora veran como lo quiero
Crucecita, Corona, zero flores
Pues yo lo que quiero es que lo gozen
Tambien en mi caja yo quisiera
Unos cigarillos y algo fuerte
Pa' seguir bebiendo y fumando
Despues que me lleven donde quiera

My Funeral

My funeral is going to be the end
Now you'll see how I want it
Little cross, Crown, zero flowers
Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it
Also in my box I would like to
A few cigarettes and something strong
To 'keep drinking and smoking
After they take me wherever I want
But let's not miss "the terrorist"
Vico-C, Maicol and nuel-Ma\'
Let them be Baby Rasta, Gringo
Falo, Yankee, Nicky Jam
By Master Joe
And his consul O.G. Black
Miguel Play and Chezinola
DJ Adam, the Mad Jam
Don't let me forget Horny
Wisin Yandel, and the Super Pantyman
Notty with Hector and Tito
Also the Guanabanas
Dig, and the union
Rey Pirin, Tempo and Mexican
And maybe from the box I get up and...
Hi, how are you
Don't go fainting
Is that my flight is going to be delayed
I had to talk to St. Peter and the mandaman; to give me a chance
That I was going to let myself go
Bad times greatly influences what I write
Tito, as long as I don't get the nonsense
If it's my turn, I guess
I want a lot of bandits and a lot of shooting
That to the song of Maelo dismiss my duel
Because I'm a good little black guy and I walk without fear
Pa' mi death is a life lived
And life is a death that comes
Content to make it through 2009
If you can, you have the last word.
I thank my colleagues for giving appointment
And the people who brought me the little straw and the bad little leaf
The mushroom, and at two
With so many pretty woman, who does not resuscitate
As it stings, in no hurry
You can postpone the mass
Return this gavan, the tie and the shirt
If you don't need me scream
Or better do like Madonna and avoid
God take care of them
And the Virgin of the guard
Wishes of the Aballarde
Hey, so fuck you
I say goodbye to the niggers
Who always pay attention to what they throw
My people live
I make music of respect
Full blue, pa' white and pa' tight
Happy to be nappy
I explode like Nagasaki
There is no future pulling sloppy lyrics
I'm not the average or the average.
I have the means
The cemetery was cancelled.
But if I die, the nigga that comes next
To make something clear I want to
Is that my maid or my cat is not mistreated
Or at night I'm gonna pull your paws
That's what happens
I'm Zulu just like Shaka
And you can't come into my house
You know who you are
Blessing to those beings
Who take care of me and love me
Missionary in the second
My way
Good thing
Even the lilies don't smell to me
My funeral is going to be the end
Now you'll see how I want it
Little cross, Crown, zero flowers
Well, what I want is for them to enjoy it
Also in my box I would like to
A few cigarettes and something strong
To 'keep drinking and smoking
After they take me wherever I want