Mi Chorro de Voz

I had a stream of voice
I was the master of falsetto
Ay, la, ra, lai
For singing, I gave myself to the 'cuete'
And from smoking, I got a cough
And from that stream of voice
I was left with just a trickle

I sang a lot
The girls admired me
They sighed for my songs
And I made myself desired
But today when I wanted to sing
The roosters got agitated

Poor voice that's gone to waste
Because of partying and 'cuete'
Because of smoking and the cough
When I wanted to hit a high note
Only a measly trickle comes out
From that great stream of voice

I had a stream of voice
And I got my package
Jorge Negrete admired me
Pedro Vargas and two others
But from the stream of voice
I was left with just a trickle

The night before last, I went to sing
Casimira was celebrating
At the first strum of the lyre
They started to shout
The hat and jacket
Of the man who leaves

For those who drink and sing
Their throats rot
Like mine did with the cough
When I try to hit a high note
Only a measly trickle comes out
From that great stream of voice