Arjona Ricardo
If The North Were The South
Our Love Is Dying
Our Love Is Dying, It Has Cold Fever
We Fall Out of Bed
When You push him with boredom
and he is sick to death
the same one who was so strong
has kissing anemia, he has forgetfulness cancer
and if that were not enough, he wants to die .
Our love is dying
our desire is dying, we see them dying
convulsing between the sheets
and there is no red wine
that revives our instinct
br/>our magic is dying, our passion is dying
oh treacherous love
you came to humiliate us
I survived without her
and she was happy without mm.
CHORUS:
Oh love, over time you have become rusty
oh susceptible love, oh delicate love
oh love, don't die
or die suddenly
that there is no worse agonma
than that which is step by step.
Our love dies, our tenderness runs out
and we turn freedom into a dictatorship
it becomes contagious from habit
you lack fire in the fire
we the dreams, the verses, the kisses die
oh relentless love, I no longer prefer
that he hates me from the heart or that he loves me without love.
CHORU:
Oh love, over time you have become rusty...
If everything was so beautiful
tell me, love, what's wrong with us
today we are no longer friends
we don't fit in the house
there is such an ungrateful love
just remove one doubt from me
whether you are the one who dies
or am I the one who kills you.

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