Me Bebi Tu Recuerdo
Los Charros
I Drank Your Memory
In my left hand I have your portrait
And in the other hand a glass of wine
And I toasted with you without being present
And I toasted with you for your absent love
I put the photo inside my glass
And in it your image was dissolving
And little by little and very slowly
I drank all your memories
And I drank your memory
So that he never hurts me again
And I drank your memory
So that he never hurts me again
I want you to know
That although painful
Today not even your name
I want to remember
And hands up
And he left, he left
