Ella

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 when her lips parted
It was to tell me I don't love you anymore

I felt like my life was lost in a deep abyss
And black like my luck
I wanted to find forgetfulness in the Jalisco style
(Don't give up) 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 I toasted with her, she couldn't reject me
It was the last toast of a bohemian with a queen
The mariachis fell silent

From my hand without strength my glass fell without me realizing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that I would lose her love that night