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, when her lips parted,
It was to tell me I don't love you anymore.

I felt like my life was lost in a deep
And dark abyss like my luck, I wanted to find forgetfulness in the Jalisco style (chorus: don't give up)
But those mariachis and that tequila made me cry.

I got tired of begging her. with tears in my eyes I raised my glass and toasted with her,
She couldn't reject me, it was the last toast of a bohemian with a queen.
The mariachis fell silent.

From my weak hand my glass fell without me realizing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that I would lose her love that night