Se Nos Muere El Amor
Se nos muere el amor, tiene fiebre de frio.
Se nos cayó de la cama
cuando lo empujó el hastio
y esta enfermo de muerte
el mismo que era tan fuerte
tiene anemia de besos, tiene cancer de olvido
y por si fuera poco, tiene ganas de morir.
Se nos muere el amor
se nos mueren las ganas, las vemos agonizar
convulsionando entre las sábanas
y no existe un vino tinto
que nos reviva el instinto
se nos muere la magia, la pasión, la locura
ay amor traicionero
viniste pa´ jorobarnos.
Yo sobrevivia sin ella
y ella era feliz sin mi.
Ay amor con el tiempo te nos has oxidado
ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicado.
Ay amor no te mueras,
o muerete de un trancazo
que no hay peor agonia
que la que es de paso en paso
Se nos muere el amor, se acabo la ternura
y a la libertad, la convertimos en dictadura
se contagio de costumbre
le falto fuego a la lumbre
se nos mueren los sueños, los versos, los besos
ay amor implacable yo ya no se que prefiero
que me odie de corazon
o que me ame sin amor
Ay amor con el tiempo te nos has oxidado
ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicado.
Ay amor no te mueras,
o muerete de un trancazo
que no hay peor agonia
que la que es de paso en paso
Si todo era tan bello
dime amor que nos pasa
hoy ya no somos ni amigos
no cabemos en casa
ay amor tan ingrato
quitame solo una duda
si eres tu el que te mueres
o soy yo el que te mato
Our Love is Dying
Our love is dying, it has a cold fever.
It fell off the bed
when it was pushed by boredom
and it's sick to death
the same one that was so strong
it has anemia of kisses, it has cancer of forgetfulness
and as if that weren't enough, it wants to die.
Our love is dying
our desires are dying, we see them agonizing
convulsing between the sheets
and there's no red wine
that can revive our instinct
our magic is dying, the passion, the madness
oh treacherous love
you came to ruin us.
I survived without her
and she was happy without me.
Oh love with time you have rusted on us
oh sensitive love, oh delicate love.
Oh love don't die,
or die from a blow
there's no worse agony
than the one that is step by step.
Our love is dying, tenderness is over
and we turned freedom into dictatorship
it got infected with habit
the fire was missing from the flame
our dreams are dying, the verses, the kisses
oh relentless love I don't know what I prefer
for you to hate me with all your heart
or to love me without love.
Oh love with time you have rusted on us
oh sensitive love, oh delicate love.
Oh love don't die,
or die from a blow
there's no worse agony
than the one that is step by step.
If everything was so beautiful
tell me love what's happening to us
today we are no longer even friends
we don't fit in the house
oh ungrateful love
take away just one doubt
if it's you who's dying
or if it's me who's killing you