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 anymore
If her lips parted
It was to tell me: I don't love you anymore

I felt that my life
Was lost in an abyss
Deep and black
Like my luck
I wanted to find forgetfulness
Jalisco style
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 to her
She couldn't despise me
It was the last toast
Of a bohemian for a queen

The mariachis fell silent
My hand, weakly
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