La Copa Rota

Dazed and overwhelmed, by the doubt of jealousy
He looks sad in the bar, a bohemian already without faith
With his nerves shattered and crying without remedy
Like a tormented madman by the ungrateful one who left

He is always accompanied by the best of friends
Who accompanies him and tells him enough of liquor
You don't fix anything with tears, you don't fix anything with wine
On the contrary, your heart remembers her even more

One night like a madman, he bit the glass of wine
And made a sharp edge, that tore his mouth
And the blood that flowed, mixed with the wine
And in the bar, this scream shook everyone

Don't rush, buddy, if I tore my mouth
Don't rush, it's because I want with the edge of this glass
To erase the trace of a treacherous kiss she gave me

Waiter, serve me, the broken glass
Serve me that destroys me, this fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me, the broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop, the poison of her love
Waiter, serve me, the broken glass
Serve me that destroys me, this fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me, the broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop, the poison of her love