Frente a Una Copa de Vino

In front of a glass of wine
I laugh at myself
I feel such great sorrow
That I have to laugh

Knowing that you left me
Don't think I cried
I had a few drinks
And looked at myself in the mirror

And I said to myself
And I said to myself
With this guy and no money
Who's going to love me?

In front of a glass of wine
I laugh at myself
I feel such great sorrow
That I have to laugh

I still remember that night
When I invited you out
I told you: I have a car
That I bought for you

When she saw me without a car
When she saw me without a car
She stood me up so big
That I'm still laughing