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
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
in the Jalisco style
but those mariachis
and that tequila
made me cry.

I got tired of begging her
for the 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 fell silent
my hand weakly
my glass fell without me realizing
she wanted to stay
when she saw my sadness
but it was already written
that on that night
I would lose her love.