Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Puño de Polvo, artist - Los Tucanes De Tijuana. Album song 14 Tucanazos Bien Pesados, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 20.11.1995
Record label: Master Q
Song language: Spanish
El Puño de Polvo(original) |
Cuando me muera no quiero |
Llevarme un puño de tierra |
Yo quiero un puño de polvo |
Y una caja de botellas |
Pero que sean de Buchanas |
Y el polvito que sea Rayna |
Cuando este en el mas aya |
Procuraria a mis amigos |
Para invitarles a todos |
Un agradable suspiro |
Y aremos una pachanga |
Pa' que nos cante Chalino |
Cuando me esten sepultando |
Arranquense esta cancion |
Con tambora o con norteño |
No importa no soy Chiquio |
Yo voy a hacerme a la idea |
Que estoy en un gran salon |
No hay que temerle a la muerte |
Es algo muy natural |
Nacimos para morir |
Y tambien para matar |
O no me digan que ustedes |
No an matado a un animal |
Amigos digan «Salud» |
Por las mujeres hermozas |
Al cabo con el Buchanas |
La cruda no es peligrosa |
Y ademas es efectivo |
Pa' lo amargo de la boca |
Cuando me esten sepultando |
Arranquense esta cancion |
Y echenme el puño de polvo |
Los que vallan al panteon |
Yo voy a hacerme a la idea |
Que estoy en un gran salon |
(translation) |
When I die I don't want |
Take me a fist of land |
I want a fist of dust |
And a box of bottles |
But let them be from Buchanas |
And the powder that is Rayna |
When I am in the beyond |
I would seek my friends |
to invite you all |
a nice sigh |
And we will have a pachanga |
So that Chalino sings to us |
When they're burying me |
start this song |
With tambora or norteño |
It doesn't matter, I'm not Chiquio |
I'm going to make up my mind |
That I am in a great room |
There is no need to fear death |
It is something very natural |
We were born to die |
And also to kill |
Or don't tell me that you |
They haven't killed an animal |
Friends say "Cheers" |
For the beautiful women |
Out with the Buchanas |
The hangover is not dangerous |
And it is also effective |
For the bitterness of the mouth |
When they're burying me |
start this song |
And give me the fist of dust |
Those who go to the pantheon |
I'm going to make up my mind |
That I am in a great room |