La Ultima Copa

Pour, friend, no more; pour and fill me
To the brim the champagne glass
Because tonight of revelry and joy
The pain in my soul I want to drown
It's the last revelry of my life
Of my life, boys, that is leaving
Or rather, it has gone after that
Who never knew how to appreciate my love

I loved her, boys, and I love her
And I will never be able to forget her
I get drunk because of her
And who knows what she will do
Pour, waiter, more champagne
That all my pain
I will drown by drinking
And if you see her
Boys, tell her
That it was because of her love
That my life has already gone

And let's toast, no more, the last drink
That, perhaps, she too will now be
Offering her mouth in some toast
And another happy mouth will kiss her
Pour, friend, no more, pour and fill me
To the brim the champagne glass
That my life has gone after that
Who never knew how to appreciate my love