Love is dying, he has cold fever.
It fell out of bed
when he was pushed by boredom
and is sick to death
the same one who was so strong
it has anemia of kisses, it has cancer of forgetfulness
and to top it off, he has a death wish.

Love is dying
our desires are dying, we see them in agony
convulsing between the sheets
and there is no red wine
to revive our instinct
the magic, the passion, the madness is dying
oh treacherous love
you came to fuck us.
I survived without her
and she was happy without me.

Oh love with the time you have rusted us
Oh love, oh sensitive love, oh delicate love.
Oh love don't die
or die of a trancazo
There is no worse agony
than the one that comes one step at a time

Love is dying, tenderness is over
and freedom, we turn it into dictatorship
it was infected by habit
the fire has no fire in the hearth
our dreams, our verses, our kisses are dying
I don't know what I'd prefer anymore
that he hates me with his heart
or that he loves me without love

Oh love with the time you have oxidized us
ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicate.
Oh love don't die,
or die of a trancazo
there is no worse agony
than the one that is from step to step

If everything was so beautiful
tell me love what's wrong with us
today we're not even friends anymore
we don't fit in the house
oh love so ungrateful
take away just one doubt
if it's you that's dying
or am I the one who kills you

Source of the song lyrics

Se nos muere el amor, tiene fiebre de frio.
Se nos cayó de la cama
cuando lo empujó el hastio
y esta enfermo de muerte
el mismo que era tan fuerte
tiene anemia de besos, tiene cancer de olvido
y por si fuera poco, tiene ganas de morir.

Se nos muere el amor
se nos mueren las ganas, las vemos agonizar
convulsionando entre las sábanas
y no existe un vino tinto
que nos reviva el instinto
se nos muere la magia, la pasión, la locura
ay amor traicionero
viniste pa´ jorobarnos.
Yo sobrevivia sin ella
y ella era feliz sin mi.

Ay amor con el tiempo te nos has oxidado
ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicado.
Ay amor no te mueras,
o muerete de un trancazo
que no hay peor agonia
que la que es de paso en paso

Se nos muere el amor, se acabo la ternura
y a la libertad, la convertimos en dictadura
se contagio de costumbre
le falto fuego a la lumbre
se nos mueren los sueños, los versos, los besos
ay amor implacable yo ya no se que prefiero
que me odie de corazon
o que me ame sin amor

Ay amor con el tiempo te nos has oxidado
ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicado.
Ay amor no te mueras,
o muerete de un trancazo
que no hay peor agonia
que la que es de paso en paso

Si todo era tan bello
dime amor que nos pasa
hoy ya no somos ni amigos
no cabemos en casa
ay amor tan ingrato
quitame solo una duda
si eres tu el que te mueres
o soy yo el que te mato

Fuente de la letra de la canción