En la taberna a las tres

After trying for a while
He paid for that round
He reached into his wallet
And a picture fell out
Under a straw hat
I saw the face of a young man
Carrying a cart
And I had to look at it
I handed him the picture from the floor
And he said without thinking
That man with the hat
Has earned glory

He never wanted me to talk to him
With her, I was happy
I was crazy and heartbroken
In those days
The girlfriend I had
Was leaving my side
When I loved her the most
And instead of telling her anything
I left him alone in the field
With the need to win
And with the same coin
Now they will pay me

There are loves that are held
There are loves that are forgotten
And I haven't found anyone
Who loves me on this path
Like my father loves me

He talked to the mirror
Of that crystal glass
Then the word she
Escaped from between her lips
She asked for another half bottle
And the light of a cigarette
Lit up her drunkenness
And she had to tell
She was my daughter-in-law for seven years
I appreciate her a lot
She herself has told me
That she is no longer in love

There are loves that are held
There are loves of oblivion
What a shame for those who don't know
Until they have a child
How much their father loves them

Tomorrow when I wake up
I don't know what I'm going to do
Yesterday I said those words
Today I woke up early
Seeing her bed empty
I was nineteen years old
And a girlfriend who flew away
What she had to cry for...!
To feel what I feel
Today I have to hug him
That man with the hat
Has earned glory

There are loves that are held
There are loves that are forgotten
And I haven't found anyone
Who loves me on this path
Like my father loves me