Ella
Me canse, de rogarle,
Me canse de decirle,
Que yo sin ella,
De pena muero.
Ya no quiso escucharme,
Si sus labios se abrieron,
Fue pa' decirme,
Ya no te quiero.
Yo sentí que mi vida,
Se perdía en un abismo,
Profundo y negro,
Como mi suerte.
Quise hallar el olvido,
Al estilo Jalisco,
Pero aquellos mariachis,
Y aquel tequila,
Me hicieron llorar.
She
I got tired of begging her,
I got tired of telling her,
That without her,
I die of sorrow.
She didn't want to listen to me anymore,
If her lips parted,
It was to tell me,
I don't love you anymore.
I felt that my life,
Was lost in an abyss,
Deep and black,
Like my luck.
I wanted to find forgetfulness,
In the Jalisco style,
But those mariachis,
And that tequila,
Made me cry.