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Bitter Pain

La Migra

Amargo Dolor

Amigos míos, nomás vengo a decirles
La causa y el motivo de mi amargo dolor
Que la mujer ingrata a quien yo amaba tanto
La odio con espanto y maldigo su amor

Pero ay, cuando la miro me acuerdo de sus besos
Y la horrible tristeza no puedo remediar
Quisiera envenenarla o quitarle la existencia
Porque estaba en la creencia que le iba yo a rogar

La pobre de mi madre se cansa de decirme
Que ya no tome vino que le haga ese favor
La causa de este vicio fue esa mujer ingrata
Porque no tuve plata para comprar su amor

Cuando ando borrachillo, enciendo un cigarrillo
Y la luz del cerillo aumenta mi dolor
Quisiera envenenarla o quitarle la existencia
Porque estaba en la creencia que le iba yo a rogar

La pobre de mi madre se cansa de decirme
Que ya no tome vino que le haga ese favor
La causa de este vicio fue esa mujer ingrata
Porque no tuve plata para comprar su amor

Bitter Pain

My friends, I just come to tell you
The cause and the reason for my bitter pain
That ungrateful woman whom I loved so much
I hate her with horror and curse her love

But oh, when I see her I remember her kisses
And the horrible sadness I can't remedy
I wish to poison her or take away her existence
Because I was under the belief that I would beg her

My poor mother gets tired of telling me
Not to drink wine anymore, do her that favor
The cause of this vice was that ungrateful woman
Because I didn't have money to buy her love

When I'm a little drunk, I light a cigarette
And the match's light increases my pain
I wish to poison her or take away her existence
Because I was under the belief that I would beg her

My poor mother gets tired of telling me
Not to drink wine anymore, do her that favor
The cause of this vice was that ungrateful woman
Because I didn't have money to buy her love

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