Half of my cup, leave served,
to follow the steps, do not think that,
for a little bit it costs me, my poor life,
You were full of joy, do not mind,
Halfway there, I lost you,
and in the light of a star, I return,
grip with my hands, my feeling,
and the bitter sorrows, I swallowed them,
(I lost for your love, half my pride,
you who fly so high, very little you see me),
everyone already knows, that I am so yours,
(that my soul and my life, I put them at your feet)
Half of my glass is served,
I went back to the canteen, I took it,
I asked him? to the mariachis, the swallows,
and I started to ask them, because he left,
half of my luck, you took it,
I hope you serve, I do not know who,
that they give you the love, that you did not find,
and some divine moons, all of honey,
(I lost for your love, half my pride,
you who fly so high, very little you see me),
everyone already knows, that I am so yours,
(that my soul and my life, I put them at your feet)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)