ELLA

Mariachis: Sing pretty
As you know, Joe

I got tired, tired of begging her
Tired of telling her
That without her, I die of sorrow
She didn't want to listen
If her lips parted
It was to tell me, I don't love you anymore

I felt that my life
Was lost in an abyss
Deep and dark like my luck
I wanted to find oblivion

In the Jalisco style
But those mariachis
And that tequila
Made me cry

Mariachis: I got tired of telling her
That without her, I die
But the shameless one left me

I got tired, tired of begging her
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass and toasted to her
She couldn't scorn me
It was the last toast
Of a bohemian with a queen

The mariachis fell silent
My hand weakly
Dropped my glass
Without realizing

She wanted to stay
When she saw my sadness
But it was already written
That on that night
I would lose her love