Fondo Blanco

I'm sitting in this bar, with a glass in my hands
It's not another turn I want to forget
Who has hurt me so much

It's been a while since you left
And your betrayal pisses me off
But it hurts to admit it, I know
That I'm still waiting for you...

Today I raise my glass and toast
On the day of your birthday
Even though I know you're celebrating with someone else

White bottom, white bottom,
White bottom to forget
Here I am drowning my tears
At the table of this bar

White bottom, white bottom,
White bottom to forget
The ungrateful one who has intoxicated me
By having her in solitude

To forget you, how to forget you
To forget you, how to forget you
To forget you, how to forget you
To forget you, how to forget you