Ella (Me Cansé De Rogarle)

I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her,
that without her I die of sorrow.
She didn't want to listen to me anymore
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,
Jalisco style,
but those mariachis
and that tequila made me cry...

I got tired of begging her
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass and toasted to her
She couldn't despise me,
it was the last toast
of a bohemian for a queen.
The mariachis fell silent,
my hands weakly dropped my
Glass without realizing it,
she wanted to stay when she saw my sadness,
but it was already written that that night...
I would lose her love...