Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funeral, artist - Daddy Yankee.
Date of issue: 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 |