Asómate a mi copa
Los Tigres del Norte
Look into my cup
The bohemian arrived all the way back, brings a deeply wounded soul
They say he was a great man, but tequila defeated him
The doubts that are not clarified, despite seas of resentments
The atmosphere becomes tense, lies are curtains
That separate loves
How much flattery, how much cheering, when my star was shining
But a slip was enough for them to trample me
Those who were my friends, forgot my face
But what hurts me the most is that even my own family
Turned their back on me when I fell
Come look into my cup, tomb of my defeat
And the beginning of nothingness
Be aware and engrave the picture, in case you stumble
And don't forget that saying, that at the edge of the precipice
Hope is a good sword
Come look into my cup, tomb of my defeat
And the beginning of nothingness
Be aware and engrave the picture, in case you stumble
And don't forget that saying, that at the edge of the precipice
Hope is a good sword,... the bohemian arrived all the way back
