The bed must be made of stone
The headboard must be made of stone
The woman who loves me must truly love me
Oh, oh, heart, because she doesn't love me do you love
I went up to the crime room
I asked the president
If it is a crime to love you
That they sentence me to death
Oh, oh, sweetheart, why don't you love? br/>The day they kill me
Let it be five bullets
And be close to you
To die in your arms
Oh, oh, heart, why don't you love? br/>For a box I want a sarape
For the cross of my double cananas
And write on my grave
My last goodbye with my bullets
Oh, oh, heart because you don't love
Oh, oh, heart because you don't love
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