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, sweetheart, why don't you love me



I went up to the crime room

I asked the president

That it is a crime to love you

That they sentence me to death

Oh, oh, heart, why don't you love



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?



I want a serape per box

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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