Morir Enamorado

From a poster Jane Fonda smiles at me
And Carolina, with her best pout
From the cover of an old weekly magazine
Declares her love to me

I live hopelessly in love
Every night in front of the TV
With the girls
Who in rhythmic commercials
Sell me illusion

Living in love
Dreaming all the time
That's living, sir
Following those girls
Who pass by perfuming
The air like a flower

Living in love
Dreaming all the time
That's living, sir
Carrying in my hands
Everywhere I go
Always love, love

I live in love and it's my dream
When life lowers its curtain on me
To end my days beautifully
I want to die of love

Dying in love
For some very clear eyes
That's dying, sir
Taking to the other sky
The yearning to find it
Always love, love