Ella
Me canse de rogarle
me canse de decirle
que yo sin ella, de pena muero
ya no quiso escucharme
y sus labios se abrieron
fue para decirme, ya no te quiero
yo senti que mi vida
se perdia 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
por el llanto en los ojos
alce mi copa y brinde por ella
no podia despreciarme
era el ultimo brindis
de un bohemio por una reyna
los mariachis cayaron
de mi mano 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 telling her
that without her, I die of sorrow
she didn't want to listen to me anymore
and 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 oblivion
in the Jalisco style
but those mariachis
and that tequila
made me cry.
I got tired of begging her
for the 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 hand weakly
my glass fell without me realizing
she wanted to stay
when she saw my sadness
but it was already written
that on that night
I would lose her love.