Stunned and overwhelmed
for the doubt of jealousy,
he looks sad in the canteen
a bohemian without faith
With nerves shattered,
and crying beyond repair
like a tormented madman
for the ungrateful one who left.
It is always accompanied
of the best of friends,
who accompanies him and says:
'It's good liquor.'
Nothing remedies with crying,
nothing remedies with wine:
on the contrary, he remembers it
much more his heart.
One night, like a madman,
bit the wine glass,
and he made a sharp edge
that his mouth destroyed.
And the blood that gushed
confused with wine,
and in the cantina this scream
everyone shuddered:
'Do not hurry up mate
If I break my mouth,
do not worry what I want,
with the edge of this cup,
erase the footprint of a kiss
treacherous he gave me. '
'Young man, serve me the broken cup,
Serve me that destroys me
this fever of obsession.
Young man, serve me in the broken cup,
I want to bleed drop by drop
the poison of his love. '
'Young man, serve me in the broken cup,
Serve me that destroys me
so much obsession fever.
Young man, serve me in the cup, broken glass,
I want to bleed drop by drop
the poison of his love.
a santiago, hurts your lost meeeeeeee
Only among all we can make this a better place :)