Contigo (part. Joaquín Sabina)

I don't want a civilized love
Nor 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 February fourteenth
Or Happy Birthday

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 die with you if you kill yourself
And 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
I never knew how 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 Madrid with rain
Nor Rosario without you

Don't wait for me at night in court
Don't tell me to start over
I don't want neither free nor busy
Neither flesh, nor sin, nor 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 die with you if you kill yourself
And kill myself with you if you die
Because love, when it doesn't die, kills
Because loves that kill never die

And die with you if you kill yourself
And kill myself with you if you die
Because love, when it doesn't die, kills
Because loves that kill never die