I get tired of begging him to tire of telling him,
That I without her of grief dies,
He did not want to listen to me if his lips parted,
It was to tell me I do not love you anymore.
I felt that my life was lost in a deep abyss
And black as my luck, I wanted to have forgotten the Jalisco style (chorus: do not get rajes)
But those mariachis and that tequila made me cry.
I got tired of begging him. with the tears in my eyes I lift my glass and toast with it,
I could not despise myself, it was the last toast of a bohemian with a queen.
The mariachis fell silent.
From my hand without force fell my glass without realizing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that tonight he would lose his love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)