Hey Mr. Bartender
Bring a jar of brandy
That for this cruel spite
I'm discarded
I do not know where I'm grabbing
Pass me that old four
Made by luthier Navarro
That between passage and drink
I close the wound
From this story that I narrate
She left and she left me
Pataliando inside the mud
He says I'm a vegan
And I do not have a clunker
But I have a faithful dog
Horse rope and short
And a humble old farm
With spine and cubarro.
The little money I have
In cane the waste
And pa' complete the pod
It's killing me a cold
It will be therefore brandy
For the chimo and the cigar
If God does not put his hand
By the neck I tie myself
Te' pending bartender
If I run out of this jar
Pa' to fill it again
That today burial
My guava in this bar.
Go and mark the rocola
A good one of those charros
From Pedro Infante or Negrete
That's how I forget
To the compas of a guitar.
If you do not look for Montoya
Guerrero or Alfredo Parra
I will pay you with my chair
My hat and my jacket
Because of that woman
Almost death grabs me
So good that it looked
Until I take out the claws
Solitaire in my ranchito
I hear sing the cicadas
And when I think about it
My chest is torn
I'm going to win the war
When I remember that he tied me
Because there says a saying
That the old pa' scrap
Only among all we can make this a better place :)