Ella (Me Cansé De Rogarle)
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...
Me canse de rogarle
Con el llanto en mis ojos
alce mi copa y brinde por ella
No podía despreciarme,
era el ultimo brindis
de un bohemio por una reina.
Los mariachis callaron,
de mis manos sin fuerza cayo mi
Copa sin darme cuenta,
ella quiso quedarse cuando vio mi tristeza,
pero ya estaba escrito que aquella noche…
Perdiera su amor…
She (I Got Tired of Begging Her)
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,
Jalisco style,
but those mariachis
and that tequila made me cry...
I got tired of begging her
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass and toasted to her
She couldn't despise me,
it was the last toast
of a bohemian for a queen.
The mariachis fell silent,
my hands weakly dropped my
Glass without realizing it,
she wanted to stay when she saw my sadness,
but it was already written that that night...
I would lose her love...