And to die with you, if you kill yourself...

I do not want a civilized love, with receipts and scene of the sofa;
I do not want that you travel to the past and return of the market with desire of crying.

I do not want vecínas with stews;
I want neither to sow nor to share;
I want neither March, twenty-eight, nor happy birthday.

I do not want to load with your suitcases;
I do not want that you choose my shampoo;
I do not want to change of planet, to cut the cue, to drink to your health.

I do not want on Sundays evening;
I do not want swing in the garden;
What I want, heart coward, is that you die for me.

And to die with you if you kill yourself and to kill myself with you if you die because the love when he(she) does not die kills because loves that kill never die.

I do not want to join for tomorrow, do not ask me to come in order month;
I do not want to eat an apple twice a week without desire of eating.

I do not want heat of greenhouse;
I do not want to kiss your scar;
I want Paris neither with downpour nor Venice without you.

Do not wait for me at twelve o'clock in the court;
Do not say to me " let's return to begin ";
I do not want nor free not occupied, either meat or sin, or pride or piety.

I do not want to know why you did it;
I do not want with you not without you;
What I want, girl of sad eyes, is that you die for me.

And to die with you if you kill yourself and to kill myself with you if you die because the love when he(she) does not die kills because loves that kill never die.