Que entierren mi cuerpo [English translation]

May they bury my body

next to the window

of my beloved that

she has for a view.

And tell her

that in the morning,

to plant in that very place

next to the window...

Some fresh roses

and a morning glory

so that when I die,

I want my grave;

my grave to smell like -

to smell like Spring.

May they bury my body

next to the window

of my beloved that

she has for a view.

And tell her

that in the morning,

to plant in that very place

next to the window...

Some fresh roses

and a morning glory

so that when I die,

I want my grave;

my grave to smell like -

to smell like Spring.

From the orange trees

cut orange blossoms,

cut poppies

into lovely bunches

and water with honey

from my apiaries

a blanket of orange blossoms;

they will be my white kisses...

And poppies

will be my red kisses,

so that when I die,

I want my grave;

my grave to smell like -

to smell like Spring.

From the orange trees

cut orange blossoms,

cut poppies

into lovely bunches

and water with honey

from my apiaries

a blanket of orange blossoms;

they will be my white kisses...

And poppies

will be my red kisses,

so that when I die,

I want my grave;

my grave to smell like -

to smell like Spring.

So that when I die,

I want my grave;

my grave to smell like -

to smell like Spring.

• Artist:Óscar Chávez
• Album:Trova Yucateca [1998]