Out of stone the bed has to be
Out of stone the headboard,
The woman who loves me,
Must truly love me
Ay,ay, dear* why don’t you love me?
I went up to the scene of the crime
I ask the foreman
To condemn me to death
If loving you is a crime
Ay, ay, heart why don’t you love?
The day I get killed
Let it be of five gunshots
And be quite close to you
In order to die in your arms
Ay, ay, dear why don’t you love?
For a coffin I want a sarape**
For a cross my double bandolier
And over my tombstone
Let my last goodbye be written with a thousand bullets
Ay, ay, dear why don’t you love?