La Copa Rota

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

He’s always accompanied by the best of friends
Who stays by his side and says, enough with the booze,
Crying won’t fix anything, wine won’t change a thing,
On the contrary, your heart remembers her even more.

One night like a madman, he bit the wine glass
And it cut his lips, leaving them torn apart,
And the blood that flowed mixed with the wine,
And in the bar, this scream shook everyone;

Waiter... Pour me the broken cup, pour me, it’s tearing me apart
This fever of obsession
Waiter... Pour me the broken cup,
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of her love.

Waiter... Pour me the broken cup, pour me, it’s tearing me apart
This fever of obsession
Waiter... Pour me the broken cup,
I want to bleed drop by drop, ha ha ha,
The poison of her love.