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, my heart that you don't 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, 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?
For a box I want a serape
For a cross my double cananas
And write on my grave
My last Goodbye with a thousand bullets
Oh, oh, heart, why don't you love?