La Botella
Banda Astilleros
The Bottle
When I die,
How I would thank you,
If you put on my tomb,
Two bottles of mezcal.
Because I know I will die from a hangover,
You know well it's your fault,
For not being able to forget you.
In the nights,
When I grab the bottle,
I see you inside it,
And I start to talk.
After a while I feel,
That you hug me and squeeze me,
As if it were true,
I love you and I love you and it's not true.
When I finally return,
From my crazy thoughts,
The suffering begins,
Because I look for you and you're not there.
From my eyes,
The tears start to flow,
Because I love you so much,
And I can't help it.
Now my shipyards,
Bring out the bottle
And let's go to California, hey!!!
In the nights,
When I grab the bottle,
I see you inside it,
And I start to talk.
After a while I feel,
That you hug me and squeeze me,
As if it were true,
I love you and I love you and it's not true.
When I finally return,
From my crazy thoughts,
The suffering begins,
Because I look for you and you're not there.
From my eyes,
The tears start to flow,
Because I love you so much,
And I can't help it.
