The bed must be made from stone,
the pillows must be made from stone
the woman who loves me
must really, really love me.
oh, oh, love
why don't you love?
I came into the room1
I asked the president:
If it's a crime to love you
if so, sentence me to death.
oh, oh, love
why don't you love?
The day that they kill me
let it be done with five shots
and let me be close to you
so that I can die in your arms.
oh, oh, love
why don't you love?
I want a serape for a coffin
my cartridge belts for a cross
and engrave my tombstone
a final goodbye with a thousand bullets.
oh, oh, love
why don't you love?
1. where the crime was committed.