Ni Para Rogar Un Beso
Desde el día en que presintió su fin al ver clarear la mañana
seguro se va a morir saltó del pie de su cama
"Olvida ya esa canción..." cantaba la desdichada
y se fue a buscar su fin montándose en la mañana.
Sonriente se fue a morir: "Prefiero morir de amor...
...con otro verte mañana..."
"Ve y dile que se acabó, que rece al pie de su cama,
prefiero matar de amor a no tenerte mañana"
Desde el día en que sintió el fin no ha vuelto ya a ser el mismo
no come, no bebe y no va al bar y todo le da lo mismo
"Aquí te tengo por fin, tan cerca que a rosas huelo,
después de haber brindado por ti, las rosas son de tu entierro"
"Seguro vas a morir.... y vas a morir de amor igual que yo estoy muriendo"
"Te juro que se acabó, acá nos vamos los dos,
y conste que he sido yo que a buscarte estoy viniendo"
Desde el día en que vio el fin ya todos le llevan flores
no era bueno por matar y sí por morir de amores,
y cayendo se quejó,
y mientras le descargaba diez balas pidió un favor
y casi no dijo nada: "Vete en busca de mi amor...
...Tocándole el corazón dile que yo si la quiero..."
"Si de amor hay que matar pues he de morir primero,
por fracasos no estoy yo ni para rogar un beso
por fracasos no voy yo ni para rogar un beso..."
Not Even to Beg for a Kiss
Since the day he sensed his end upon seeing the morning break
he's sure he's going to die, he jumped from the foot of his bed
"Forget that song already..." sang the unfortunate one
and went to seek his end by riding the morning.
He left smiling to die: "I'd rather die of love...
...seeing you with someone else tomorrow..."
"Go and tell him it's over, pray at the foot of his bed,
I'd rather die of love than not have you tomorrow"
Since the day he felt the end, he hasn't been the same
he doesn't eat, doesn't drink, doesn't go to the bar, and everything is the same to him
"Here I finally have you, so close that I smell like roses,
after having toasted for you, the roses are for your burial"
"You're sure to die... and you'll die of love just like I'm dying"
"I swear it's over, here we both go,
and know that it was me who's coming to find you"
Since the day he saw the end, everyone brings him flowers
he wasn't good at killing, but at dying of love,
and as he fell, he complained,
and while he was unloading ten bullets, he asked a favor
and barely said anything: "Go in search of my love...
...Touching her heart, tell her that I do love her..."
"If love must be killed, then I must die first,
I'm not fit for failures, not even to beg for a kiss
I'm not going for failures, not even to beg for a kiss..."