La Copa Rota

Dazed and overwhelmed
By the doubt of jealousy
A bohemian, now faithless, looks sad in the bar
With shattered nerves and crying relentlessly
Like a tormented madman by the ungrateful one who left
He is always accompanied by the best of friends
Who accompanies him and says, 'enough with the liquor'
Nothing is remedied with tears
Nothing is remedied with wine
On the contrary, he remembers her, his heart even more

One night, like a madman
He bit the wine glass
And made a sharp edge
That tore up his mouth
And the blood that flowed, mixed with the wine
And in the bar, this shout, shook everyone:
Don't worry, friend, if I tore up my mouth
Don't worry, I want with the edge of this glass
To erase the mark of a treacherous kiss she gave me

Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me, it destroys me, this fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me a broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop, the poison of her love