La borracha
Esa mujer que hoy miran borracha
por las cantinas tomando y coqueteando
no lo han de creer ayer era una santa
solo en su casa la miraban tranajando
Con toda su alma adoraba a su esposo
sus hijos eran su mas grande tesoro
el muy ingrato la traiciono con otra
y por su culpa ella perdio todo
Yo no la culpo que sea un borracha
el vino calma lo amargo de las penas
si su consuelo es andar el las cabernas
yo no la culpo que sea un cualquiera
(Y arriba las mujeres oiga, puro pa' delante
echele Montez)
Una traicion es lo mismo que un daga
cuando la clavan undiendola en la carne
ese mujer asi sentia su alma
por eso ahora ya no le cree a nadie
Muchos le dicen sacarla de ese vicio
y le prometen todito el cielo entero
pero ella solo se rie de sus propuestas
y a todos ellos los jusga de embusteros
Yo no la culpo que sea un borracha
el vino calma lo amargo de las penas
si su consuelo es andar el las cabernas
yo no la culpo que sea un cualquiera
(Y arriva san luis potosí oiga
y vamos pa' moterrey compa)
Yo no la culpo que sea un borracha
el vino calma lo amargo de las penas
si su consuelo es andar el las cabernas
yo no la culpo que sea un cualquiera
The Drunk Woman
That woman they see drunk today
in the bars drinking and flirting
they wouldn't believe it, yesterday she was a saint
only at home they saw her working
With all her soul she adored her husband
her children were her greatest treasure
the very ungrateful one betrayed her with another
and because of him she lost everything
I don't blame her for being a drunk
wine soothes the bitterness of sorrows
if her comfort is to walk in the taverns
I don't blame her for being just anyone
(And up with the women, listen, always moving forward
throw in some Montez)
A betrayal is the same as a dagger
when they stab it, sinking it into the flesh
that woman felt her soul that way
that's why now she doesn't believe anyone
Many tell her to get her out of that vice
and promise her the whole sky
but she just laughs at their proposals
and judges them all as liars
I don't blame her for being a drunk
wine soothes the bitterness of sorrows
if her comfort is to walk in the taverns
I don't blame her for being just anyone
(And up with San Luis Potosí, listen
and let's go to Monterrey, buddy)
I don't blame her for being a drunk
wine soothes the bitterness of sorrows
if her comfort is to walk in the taverns
I don't blame her for being just anyone