'Well my people are tested
that the wealth of the poor is love
the pure love, that neither the death takes it
feeling you. '
I could not make you a monument
of marble with inscriptions in colors
but at your final abode I come attentive
leaving a wild flower and a thousand loves.
Here there are pantheons of millionaire people
that nobody has ever visited again
they are eternally lonely tombs
about which not a sentence will be heard.
I told you I would go back to the holy field
to give you my feeling and my love
and the treasure of the purity of my cry
on the earth where my love lives with you.
Because we the ones that we carry by flag
by standard the condition of poverty
when we want our passion is true
there is no one who wins us, love is our great wealth.
And they are common
the perfumes of my flowers
they speak for me of a devotion that does not get away from me
and they even seem to never fade.
I have no means to pay you a monument
of marble with colorful inscriptions
Wild flowers are there as blessing ornaments
on the graves of humble people who honored life.
Wild flowers are there as blessing ornaments
on the graves of humble people who honored life.
Chorus:
On the tombs of people who love
humbly a weeping flower I want to leave.
I did not make you a monument
I do not have riches
but I give you my feeling
which is of the poor, greatness.
I do not want anyone to cry
if I die tomorrow
Oh, and have them sing salsa
and that sow flowers, there in my final home.
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Humbly a flower of tears I want to leave you
so you know that I love you
so you know that I
but I will never forget you.
Rumba, rumba, rumba, rumba
is what I bring you here, yes, yes
a tear of me, of me, with feeling
and with devotion for you.
I want to leave, I want to leave, I want to leave
I want to leave you my rumba
Well, since you were a rumbero and you're going to heaven
I leave you with Papo Pepín touching the grave.
There in the neighborhood Marín
my people from Venezuela
you still hear a sing
is that of the Wood Group, look they are first.
'Well my people, as they say in an ending:
Humbly, mission accomplished. '
Only among all we can make this a better place :)