Yo no quiero un amor civilazado con recibo y escena en el sofá
Yo no quiero que viajes al pasado y vuelvas del mercado con ganas de llorar.
Yo no quiero vecinas con puchero, yo no quiero sembrar ni compartir.
Yo no quiero 14 de febrero ni cumpleaños feliz.
Yo no quiero, cargar con tus maletas, yo no quieor que eligas mi champú, Yo no quiero cortar la cuneta, mudarme de planeta, gritar a tu salud.
Yo no quiero domingos por la tarde, yo no quiero columpio en el jardín.
Lo que yo quiero corazón cobarde es que mueras por mi.

Y morirme contigo si te matas, y matarme contigo si te mueres, porque el amor cuando no puede mata, porque amores que matan nunca mueren.

Yo no quiero juntar para mañana, nunca supe llegar a fin de mes.
Yo no quiero comerme una manzana dos veces por semana sin ganas de comer.
Yo no quiero calor de invernadero, yo no quiero besar tu cicatriz.
Yo no quiero parís con aguacero ni te quiero sin ti.
No me esperes a las 12 en el juzgado, no me digas volvamos a empezar.
Yo no quiero ni libre ni ocupado ni tarde ni pecado, ni orgullo ni piedad.
Yo no quiero saber porque lo hiciste, yo no quiero contigo ni sin ti.
Lo que yo quiero muchacha de ojos tristes es que mueras por mí.

Y morirme contigo si te matas, y matarme contigo si te mueres, porque el amor cuando no puede mata, porque amores que matan nunca mueren.(bis)

Translated Version

I don't want a civilized love with receipt and scene on the couch
I don't want you to travel back in time and come back from the market wanting to cry.
I don't want pouted neighbors, I don't want to sow or share.
I don't want February 14 or happy birthday.
I don't want to carry your bags, I don't want you to choose my shampoo, I don't want to cut the ditch, move from planet, scream at your health.
I don't want Sunday afternoons, I don't want swing in the garden.
What I want a 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 cannot kill, because loves that kill never die.

I don't want to get together by 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 paris with downpoo and I don't want you without you.
Don't wait for me at 12 in court, don't tell me to start over.
I want neither free nor busy nor late nor sin, nor pride nor mercy.
I don't want to know why you did it, I don't want you or 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 me with you if you die, because love when it can't kill, because loves that kill never die. (bis)