Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Funeral , by - Daddy Yankee. Release date: 10.10.1996
Song language: Spanish
Funeral(original) |
| Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral |
| Y yo les digo: «¡No! |
| ¡Oh, no! |
| ¡Oh, no!» |
| Hay balas en ti, corazón |
| Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral |
| Y yo les digo: «¡No! |
| ¡Oh, no! |
| ¡Oh, no!» |
| Hay balas en ti, corazón |
| Si quieres ir pa' la guerra, pues vamos pa' la guerra |
| 7 pies es el hoyo que tú clavas bajo tierra |
| Verme en la muerte en tus deseos tú quisieras |
| Buscas una forma, pero no existe manera |
| Lord have mercy |
| Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun |
| No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera |
| Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun |
| No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera |
| Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral |
| Y yo les digo: «¡No! |
| ¡Oh, no! |
| ¡Oh, no!» |
| Hay balas en ti, corazón |
| Si tú quieres la batalla, quiero que la traigan |
| Pero Daddy Yankee nunca va a seder |
| Quieres la batalla, quiero que la traigan |
| Pero Daddy Yankee nunca va a seder |
| Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun |
| No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera |
| Ando siempre yo preparado con mi gun |
| No cometas el error que tu mente quisiera |
| Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral |
| Y yo les digo: «¡No! |
| ¡Oh, no! |
| ¡Oh, no!» |
| Hay balas en ti, corazón |
| Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral |
| Y yo les digo: «¡No! |
| ¡Oh, no! |
| ¡Oh, no!» |
| Hay balas en ti, corazón |
| (translation) |
| They all want me dead at my funeral |
| And I tell them: «No! |
| Oh no! |
| Oh no!" |
| There are bullets in you, sweetheart |
| They all want me dead at my funeral |
| And I tell them: «No! |
| Oh no! |
| Oh no!" |
| There are bullets in you, sweetheart |
| If you want to go to war, then we are going to war |
| 7 feet is the hole that you drive underground |
| See me in death in your wishes you would like |
| You look for a way, but there is no way |
| lord have mercy |
| I'm always prepared with my gun |
| Don't make the mistake your mind would like |
| I'm always prepared with my gun |
| Don't make the mistake your mind would like |
| They all want me dead at my funeral |
| And I tell them: «No! |
| Oh no! |
| Oh no!" |
| There are bullets in you, sweetheart |
| If you want the battle, I want them to bring it |
| But Daddy Yankee will never thirst |
| You want the battle, I want them to bring it |
| But Daddy Yankee will never thirst |
| I'm always prepared with my gun |
| Don't make the mistake your mind would like |
| I'm always prepared with my gun |
| Don't make the mistake your mind would like |
| They all want me dead at my funeral |
| And I tell them: «No! |
| Oh no! |
| Oh no!" |
| There are bullets in you, sweetheart |
| They all want me dead at my funeral |
| And I tell them: «No! |
| Oh no! |
| Oh no!" |
| There are bullets in you, sweetheart |