Pa' Morirse De Amor

Hard hits that reach high
that caress strongly
that force tears, to die of love.

Hard hits your soul with mine
because joy comes from years,
to die of love,
to die of love.

Who if not me, to embrace your joys
who if not you, to embrace my joys,
who if not me, to lick possible wounds
who if not you, to take care of me night and day.

Hard hits that in the soul
the fire is born almost immediately,
to die of love.

Hard hits because caresses
are always the most sought after,
to die of love,
to die of love.