Lyrics of El Adiós a la Vida - Vicente Fernandez

El Adiós a la Vida (original)

El día que me muera, que sea con mariachis, mi adiós a la vida
En vez de rezarme, me cantan canciones, como despedida
Que sea mi velorio, con música alegre, y con muchas botellas
Para que mis cuates, brinden por el muerto, lo mismo por ellas
Yo quisiera tener, una muerte tranquila
Bajo el sol de mi patria, que no es orgulloso
Yo me quiero morir, que me traigan tequila
Que entre vino y mujeres me siento dichoso
(Epale, epale, párenle, esa no muchachos, esa no por favor, el día
Que yo me muera, yo no quiero llantos, yo no quiero penas, ni quiero
Tristezas
En caras ajenas, ya las golondrinas están muy rayadas, pa' mi toquen sones
Sones de mi tierra, mi Guadalajara, y si en sus mejillas se rodara
El llanto
Tengan por seguro, que donde me encuentre, yo para mi pueblo
Seguiré cantando,)
El día que me muera, yo quiero un petate al estilo ranchero
Vestido de charro me tapan la cara, con este sombrero
Están invitadas las flores que nunca me fueron sinceras
A ver si en mi entierro, les causa vergüenza, ser tan traicioneras
Yo quisiera tener, una muerte tranquila
Bajo el sol de mi patria, que no es orgulloso
Yo me quiero morir, que me traigan tequila
Que entre vino y mujeres, me siento dichoso

(translation)

The day I die, let it be with mariachis, my goodbye to life
Instead of praying to me, they sing songs to me, as a farewell
Let it be my wake, with happy music, and with many bottles
So that my friends, toast to the dead, the same for them
I would like to have a quiet death
Under the sun of my homeland, which is not proud
I want to die, bring me tequila
That between wine and women I feel happy
(Hey, hey, stop him, not that one boys, not that one please, the day
For me to die, I don't want crying, I don't want sorrow, I don't want
sadness
In other people's faces, the swallows are already very scratched, play sones for me
Sounds of my land, my Guadalajara, and if it were rolled on her cheeks
Crying
Rest assured, that wherever I am, I am for my people
I'll keep singing,)
The day I die, I want a ranch style petate
Dressed as a charro they cover my face, with this hat
The flowers that were never sincere to me are invited
Let's see if at my funeral, they are embarrassed, being so treacherous
I would like to have a quiet death
Under the sun of my homeland, which is not proud
I want to die, bring me tequila
That between wine and women, I feel happy