Me Canse de Rogarle

I'm tired of begging her
I'm tired of telling her
that without her
I die of sorrow

She didn't want to listen to me anymore
and 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 black
like my luck

I wanted to find oblivion
Jalisco style
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 toasted to her

She couldn't despise me
it was the last toast
of a bohemian
for a queen
the mariachis played
my hand weakly
my glass fell
and without realizing

She wanted to stay
when she saw my sadness

But it was already written
that that night
I would lose her love.