En La Barra
Joan Sebastian
At the Bar
At the bar of the old cantina
There is a man drinking liquor
I wonder if he has a sorrow
Or a disappointment with his love
I ask him, the glass rises
And that sad man answers
He is thinking of getting married, may he be happy
Truly, may she be happy
She marries him, such a cruel fate
She is my love, she will be his wife
And at the bar of the old cantina
There is a man dying of love
In the white chapel tower
The bells will one day announce
The joy of a village wedding
The bells will one day toll
When that poor devil is finished
With your pain, I know you will bend
He is thinking of getting married, may he be happy
Truly, may she be happy
She marries him, such a cruel fate
She is my love, she will be his wife
And at the bar of the old cantina
There is a man dying of love
