Trago Amarago

I always dreamed that you would be with me
And talk to you alone sweet words of love

I was wrong, it was just a dissonance
That falls on my staff in my fragile harmony
When I wake up and I'm lonely
Looking around I remember your body

And I get drunk with the bitter drink
With the fragrance of defeat

And I get drunk with the bitter drink
With the fragrance of defeat

At night I see your photograph
Pointing at me, emphasizing my mistake

With my guitar writing verses
That seem like machetes tearing my memories

Small laments that reach my soul
Provoking a sad tear

And I get drunk with the bitter drink
With the fragrance of defeat

And I get drunk with the bitter drink
With the fragrance of defeat

With the bitter drink my love
With the fragrance of defeat