Me Canse de Rogarte

I'm tired of pleading to you
I'm tired of telling you
That without her
I die of sorrow

She didn't want to listen to me
If 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 forgetfulness
In the 'jalisco' style
But those mariachis
And that tequila
Made me cry

I'm tired of pleading to you
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass and toasted to her
She couldn't scorn me
If it was the last toast
Of a bohemian for a queen

The mariachis fell silent
My hand weakly
Dropped my glass
Without realizing

She wanted to stay
When she saw my sadness
But it was already written
That on that night
I would lose her love... (repeat 2 times)