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| Se Nos Muere El Amor | Our Love Is Dying |
| Se nos muere el amor Tiene fiebre de frío. Se nos cayó de la cama Cuando lo empujó el hastío Y esta enfermo de muerte El mismo que era tan fuerte Tiene anemia de besos, tiene cancer de olvido Y por si fuera poco, tiene ganas de morir Se nos muere el amor Se nos mueren las ganas Las vemos agonizar Convulsionando entre las sábanas Y no existe un vino tinto Que nos reviva el instinto. Se nos muere la magia, la pasión, la locura Ay amor traicionero Viniste pa' jorobarnos. Yo sobrevivía sin ella Y ella era feliz sin mí Coro: Ay amor, con el tiempo te nos has oxidado. Ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicado Ay amor, no te mueras O muerete de un trancazo. Que no hay peor agonía Que la que es de paso en paso Se nos muere el amor Se le acabó la ternura Y a la libertad La convertimos en dictadura Se contagió de costumbre Le faltó fuego a la lumbre. Se nos mueren los sueños, los versos, los besos. Ay amor implacable Yo ya no sé qué prefiero Que me odie de corazón O que me ame sin amor Coro Si todo era tan bello Dime amor qué nos pasa. Hoy ya no somos ni amigos. No cabemos en casa Ay amor tan ingrato Quitame solo una duda. Si eres tú el que te mueres O soy yo el que te mato |
Our love is dying It has a cold fever. It fell out of our bed When the tedium pushed it And this terminally ill patient The same one that was so strong Has anemia of kisses, it has cancer of forgetfulness And as if that was not enough, it has a desire to die. Our love is dying Our desires are dying We see them agonising Convulsing between the sheets And no red wine exists That would revive our instinct. Our magic is dying, the passion, the madness Oh treacherous love You came in order to annoy us. I used to survive without her And she was happy without me Chorus: Oh love, with time you have corroded us. Oh sensitive love, oh delicate love Oh love, do not die Or die from one blow. There is no worse agony Than that which is bit by bit Our love is dying The tenderness ended And as for freedom We converted it into a dictatorship It infected routinely The fire lacked flame Our dreams are dying, the verses, the kisses Oh implacable love I no longer know what I prefer That I might hate from the heart Or that I might love without love Chorus If everything was so beautiful Tell me, love, what is happening to us. Today we are no longer even friends. We do not fit in the house Oh so ungrateful love Take only one doubt from me. If you are the one that is dying Or I am the one that is killing you |