El Ultimo Vaso de Vino
El tomo vino toda la noche
mientras pensaba en ella
en la forma en que ella amaba
en su manera de andar
en la manera en que le dijo
muchas cosas...
cosas que no eran verdad.
Cuando el llego a casa
ella habia salido otra vez
volvio a las tres de la mañana
demasiado bella para el
el saco la 22 del ropero
y ella grito en la pension.
El tomo otro vaso de vino
la 22 estallo
La habitacion se ponia roja
Y ella miraba sin hablar
aun lucia bella, muy bella
pero ahora nada importa.
El se sento tambaleando
y no dejaba de sangrar
como queriendo perdonarla
beso uno de sus pies
sirvio su vaso con vino lentamente
Y bebio por ultima vez
por ultima vez
por ultima vez
The Last Glass of Wine
He drank wine all night long
while thinking about her
about the way she loved
about her way of walking
about the way she told him
many things...
things that were not true.
When he got home
she had left again
she returned at three in the morning
too beautiful for him
he took the .22 from the closet
and she screamed in the boarding house.
He drank another glass of wine
the .22 went off
The room turned red
And she watched without speaking
still looking beautiful, very beautiful
but now nothing matters.
He sat down swaying
and wouldn't stop bleeding
as if wanting to forgive her
he kissed one of her feet
poured his glass with wine slowly
And drank for the last time
for the last time
for the last time