La Copa Rota
Aturdido y abrumado
Por la duda de los celos
Se ve triste en la cantina un bohemio ya sin fe
Con los nervios destrozados y llorando sin remedio
Como un loco atormentado por la ingrata q se fue
Se ve siempre acompañado del mejor de los amigos
Q le acompaña y le dice: "ya esta bueno de licor"
Nada remedia con llanto
Nada remedia con vino
Al contrario la recuerda, mucho mas su corazon
Una noche como un loco
Mordio la copa de vino
Y le hizo un cortante filo
Q su boca destrozo
Y la sangre q brotaba, confundiose con el vino
Y en la cantina este grito, a todos estremecio:
No te apures compañero, si me destrozo la boca
No te apures q yo quiero con el filo de esta copa
Borrar la huella de un beso, traicionero q me dio
Mozo, sirveme la copa rota
Sirveme q me destroza, esta fiebre de obsesion
Mozo, sirveme una copa rota
Quiero sangrar gota a gota, el veneno de su amor
The Broken Glass
Dazed and overwhelmed
By the doubt of jealousy
A bohemian, now faithless, looks sad in the bar
With shattered nerves and crying relentlessly
Like a tormented madman by the ungrateful one who left
He is always accompanied by the best of friends
Who accompanies him and says, 'enough with the liquor'
Nothing is remedied with tears
Nothing is remedied with wine
On the contrary, he remembers her, his heart even more
One night, like a madman
He bit the wine glass
And made a sharp edge
That tore up his mouth
And the blood that flowed, mixed with the wine
And in the bar, this shout, shook everyone:
Don't worry, friend, if I tore up my mouth
Don't worry, I want with the edge of this glass
To erase the mark of a treacherous kiss she gave me
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me, it destroys me, this fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me a broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop, the poison of her love