Noche de muertos, noche sagrada,
Guía a los espíritus, madre amada.
Que el camino sea claro y el corazón lleno,
Hoy los recordamos, que vuelvan de nuevo.
The candles flicker on the altar bright,
Sugar skulls glowing in the soft moonlight.
Marigold petals, scattered on the ground,
Their scent guides the spirits, to this sacred mound.
La calavera smiles, memories arise,
Every silent prayer brings tears to our eyes.
Día de los Muertos (Recuérdame), we sing and dance,
For the ones we love (Recuérdame), in this sacred trance.
The veil is thin, spirits gather near,
We remember, we rejoice, without fear.
Family gathers close as the night begins,
Celebrate their lives, the love never dims.
Skeletons sway with guitars in hand,
Las sombras bailando in the spirit band.
Pan de muerto passed around with cheer,
To sweeten the memories of those we hold dear.
Muertos visit as the music swells,
Laughter rings out like cathedral bells.
Día de los Muertos (Recuérdame), we sing and dance,
For the ones we love (Recuérdame), in this sacred trance.
The veil is thin, spirits gather near,
We remember, we rejoice, without fear.
Family gathers close as the night begins,
Celebrate their lives, the love never dims.
La Catrina dances, her hat held high,
Cempasúchil blooms reach for the sky.
Abuelita's smile, Tío's old guitar,
Mamacita's recipe from afar.
Let the guitars weep, let them sing,
Of the joy and sorrow this night will bring.
Guitar strings like copal smoke rise,
Carrying our love to ancestral skies.
Guitarra, rasguea con el corazón,
Let the strings tell our story of devotion.
Memories dance in the candlelight,
As we cross the bridge 'tween day and night.
Abuela's laughter, Abuelo's hands,
Their spirit lives on in distant lands.
Con cada nota, con cada acorde,
We keep them close — love is what death can't afford.
Día de los Muertos (Recuérdame), we sing and dance,
For the ones we love (Recuérdame), in this sacred trance.
The veil is thin, spirits gather near,
We remember, we rejoice, without fear.
Family gathers close as the night begins,
Celebrate their lives, the love never dims.
As marigolds wilt and candles burn low,
We know in our hearts, it's not goodbye, but hasta el año que viene.
So we'll light new candles when the time is right,
Noche de muertos, noche sagrada…
Noche de muertos, noche sagrada…
Noche de muertos, noche sagrada…