Rascayú, when you die, what will you do?
Rascayú, when you die, what will you do?
You will be a corpse, nothing more.
Rascayú, when you die, what will you do?
Listen to the story that I continued one day
the old gravedigger of the region,
he was an old man who luck
his only good took him La Parca.
Every night I went to the cemetery
to visit the grave of her beautiful
and people murmured with mystery
It's a dead man escaped from the pit
* Chorus.
He made friends with many skeletons
they left dancing a lambada,
mixing their voices from beyond the grave
with the croaking of a frog.
The poor people were poorly dressed
with sheets that ad hoc had been stolen.
And the guardian said with suspicion:
These dead have revolutionized me !.
Because the story is pretty gloomy
the will-o'-the-wisps get into the mess,
arming with their dark lights
a cocoa of a father and very dear sir.
* Chorus.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)