When I die as I would appreciate
What would you put in my grave
Two bottles of mezcal,
Because I know I have to die of a raw
You know well that it's your fault
For not being able to forget me
Every night when I grab the bottle
I look at you inside of her
And I start talking
After a while I feel you hug me and you squeeze me
As if it were a certain thing I love you and I love you and it is not true
When I finally come back from my crazy thoughts
The sufferings begin because I look for you and you are not
From my eyes the crying begins to sprout
And I love you so much and I can not help it
Every night when I grab the bottle
I look at you inside her and I start talking
After a while I feel you hug me and you squeeze me
What if it were something true
I love you and I love you and it is not true.
When I finally come back from my crazy thoughts
The sufferings begin because I look for you and you are not
From my eyes the crying begins to sprout
And I love you so much and I can not help it
Only among all we can make this a better place :)