Contigo
Yo no quiero un amor civilizado,
Con recibos y escena del sofá;
Yo no quiero que viajes al pasado
Y vuelvas del mercado
Con ganas de llorar.
Yo no quiero vecínas con pucheros;
Yo no quiero sembrar ni compartir;
Yo no quiero catorce de febrero
Ni cumpleaños feliz.
Yo no quiero cargar con tus maletas;
Yo no quiero que elijas mi champú;
Yo no quiero mudarme de planeta,
Cortarme la coleta,
Brindar a tu salud.
Yo no quiero domingos por la tarde;
Yo no quiero columpio en el jardin;
Lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde,
Es que mueras por mí.
Y morirme contigo si te matas
Y matarme contigo si te mueres
Porque el amor cuando no muere mata
Porque amores que matan nunca mueren.
Yo no quiero juntar para mañana,
No me pidas llegar a fin de mes;
Yo no quiero comerme una manzana
Dos veces por semana
Sin ganas de comer.
Yo no quiero calor de invernadero;
Yo no quiero besar tu cicatriz;
Yo no quiero parís con aguacero
Ni venecia sin tí.
No me esperes a las doce en el juzgado;
No me digas volvamos a empezar;
Yo no quiero ni libre ni ocupado,
Ni carne ni pecado,
Ni orgullo ni piedad.
Yo no quiero saber por qué lo hiciste;
Yo no quiero contigo ni sin ti;
Lo que yo quiero, muchacha de ojos tristes,
Es que mueras por mí.
Y morirme contigo si te matas
Y matarme contigo si te mueres
Porque el amor cuando no muere mata
Porque amores que matan nunca mueren.
With You
I don't want a civilized love,
With receipts and sofa scenes;
I don't want you to travel to the past
And come back from the market
Wanting to cry.
I don't want neighbors with pots;
I don't want to sow or share;
I don't want Valentine's Day
Or happy birthdays.
I don't want to carry your suitcases;
I don't want you to choose my shampoo;
I don't want to move to another planet,
Cut my ponytail,
Toast to your health.
I don't want Sunday afternoons;
I don't want a swing in the garden;
What I want, cowardly heart,
Is for you to die for me.
And to die with you if you kill yourself
And to kill myself with you if you die
Because love when it doesn't die, kills
Because loves that kill never die.
I don't want to save for tomorrow,
Don't ask me to make it to the end of the month;
I don't want to eat an apple
Twice a week
Without wanting to eat.
I don't want greenhouse heat;
I don't want to kiss your scar;
I don't want Paris in the rain
Or Venice without you.
Don't wait for me at twelve in court;
Don't tell me let's start over;
I don't want neither free nor busy,
Neither flesh nor sin,
Neither pride nor pity.
I don't want to know why you did it;
I don't want with you or without you;
What I want, girl with sad eyes,
Is for you to die for me.
And to die with you if you kill yourself
And to kill myself with you if you die
Because love when it doesn't die, kills
Because loves that kill never die.