La Ultima Flor
El Charrito Negro
The Last Flower
What pain I felt this early morning
But it hurt me more when I woke up
Realizing that drunk and for no reason
I hit my wife in front of my children
This morning as I woke up
Sad, she brought me coffee
Her swollen face made me feel cowardly
I brought her flowers and won her over again
Her relatives asked her to report me
I tell you this because I heard her
She said he did nothing but love me
It was on the stairs where I slipped yesterday
A few days ago, I came home very late
I hit her again, and this time much worse
I saw her determined to seek help
She regretted it when I gave her a flower
A few days ago, she turned thirty
I got drunk again to celebrate her
The next day, I woke up in jail
Someone explain to me because I don't know why
The judge told me, I remember
You, drunk, killed your wife
Chills and regret
I was sentenced, and I will never leave here
Today is her funeral, and I am locked up
Today, I don't understand why she didn't report me
I would be in prison, but she would be alive
I can no longer give her the last flower
