La cama de piedra

The bed must be made of stone,
the headboard of stone;
the woman who loves me,
must love me truly.

Oh, oh, heart why don't you love.

I went up to the crime scene
I asked the president:
if loving you is a crime,
let them sentence me to death.

Oh, oh, heart why don't you love.

The day they kill me,
may it be with five shots
and to be close to you,
to die in your arms.

Oh, oh, heart why don't you love.

For a coffin I want a sarape,
for a cross my double bandoliers
and write on my tomb
my last goodbye with a thousand bullets.

Oh, oh, heart why don't you love.