Voy a tirarme a los vicios

I'm going to throw myself into vices
I'm going to throw myself into misfortune

For a beloved woman
My love goes sailing
Because she's to blame
That I'm getting drunk

Oh, if my mother were alive
I wouldn't be suffering like this

I would complain to her
About the life I'm living
From bar to bar
Like rolling stones

I want to end my life
To stop suffering

Why continue living
With a hardening soul
I understand that this life
Is surplus for me
I would like to see you and not see you
So I'm not so conceited
I would like to give myself death
In the arms of oblivion
It would have been better to have died
And not have met you
I'm going to throw myself into vices