{"id":8355,"date":"2014-10-30T16:25:19","date_gmt":"2014-10-30T20:25:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/spanish\/?p=8355"},"modified":"2014-10-31T16:41:33","modified_gmt":"2014-10-31T20:41:33","slug":"no-es-serio-este-cementerio-a-funny-song-for-all-hallows-eve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/spanish\/no-es-serio-este-cementerio-a-funny-song-for-all-hallows-eve\/","title":{"rendered":"“No es serio este cementerio”, a funny song for All Hallow\u00b4s Eve."},"content":{"rendered":"

All Hallows’ Eve is coming, and year after year I try to share with you some of our traditions for this night and the days after it: All Saint\u2019s day (1st<\/sup> November) and the Day of the Dead (2nd<\/sup> November). Ghosts stories and legends are told at night (read \u201cThe Spirits\u00b4Mountain\u201d, by Gustavo Adolfo Becquer here<\/a>), supernatural presences such as the blessed souls in purbagoty can be seen (Tradiciones espa\u00f1olas en el d\u00eda de Todos los Santos, y la creencia en las \u00c1nimas benditas)<\/a> , Don Juan Tenorio<\/a>, the story of the immortal womanizer, is played in almost every city, and graveyards are filled with people who go to visit their dead relatives and bring them some flowers (click here <\/a>to read more about it).<\/p>\n

All these traditions offer a sober, even dark image of cemeteries all rituals related with the world of the dead. That\u2019s why I wanted to share with you a different perspective… Imagine a cemetery where (dead) people can\u2019t rest in peace because some of them love to play music, and do it every Sunday. Or where you can choose between having a laugh in your own mass grave and going for a stroll through the cemetery every Friday. This kind of graveyard is where Mecano\u2019s song, \u201cNo es serio este cementerio\u201d takes place. It\u2019s an old song, but still quite funny. Check the lyrics and enjoy it!<\/p>\n

“Colgado del cielo
\npor doce cipreses
\ndoce apostoles de verde
\nvelan doce meses.
\nA la tapia en ruinas
\nque lo delimita
\nle han quitado algunas piedras
\npara hacer la ermita.
\nTiene mi cementerio una fosa comun
\ndonde estamos los heroes de cuba
\nlos domingos los negros no dejan dormir
\npues les da por cantar misa luba<\/p>\n

Estribillo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Y los muertos aqui lo pasamos muy bien
\nentre flores de colores
\ny los viernes y tal
\nsi en la fosa no hay plan
\nnos vestimos y salimos.
\nPara dar una vuelta
\nsin pasar de la puerta eso si
\nque los muertos aqui
\nes donde tienen que estar
\ny el cielo por mi
\nse puede esperar.<\/p>\n

Este cementerio
\nno es cualquiera cosa
\npues las lapidas del fondo
\nson de marmol rosa
\ny aunque hay buenas tumbas
\nestan mejor los nichos
\nporque cuestan mas baratos
\ny no hay casi bichos.
\nEl panteon familiar
\nde los duques Medina y Luengo
\nque aunque el juicio final
\nnos trate por igual
\naqui hay gente de rancio abolengo.
\n
\nEstribillo<\/strong><\/p>\n