Morir enamorado [English translation]

From a poster Jean Fonda smiles at me

and Carolina, with her best grimace,

from the cover of an old weekly magazine

declares her love to me.

I live helplessly in love,

every night in front of the TV,

with the girls who in rythmical announcements

sell me illusion.

To live in love, dreaming every time,

that's living, sir.

Following those girls who perfume

the air like a flower.

To live in love, dreaming every time,

that's living, sir.

Carrying in my hands, I get everywhere

love always, love.

I live in love and its my dream

when life drops the curtain for me,

to end my days beautifully,

I want to die of love.

To die in love with very clear eyes,

that's dying, sir.

Carrying to the other sky the desire of finding

love always love.