Me Cansé de Rogarle

I got tired of begging
I got tired of telling him
That I, without her, die of sorrow
He didn't want to listen to me anymore
If your lips opened
It was to tell me: I don't love you anymore

I felt that my life
He was lost in an abyss
Deep and black, like my luck
I wanted to find oblivion
Jalisco style
But those mariachis and that tequila
They made me cry

I got tired of begging
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass and toasted her.
I couldn't despise myself
It was the last toast
Of a bohemian with a queen

The mariachis were silent
From my hand, without strength
My glass fell, without realizing it
She wanted to stay
When he saw my sadness
But it was already written that that night
lost his love