Jose Alfredo Jimenez
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I got tired of begging her, I got tired of telling her,
that without her I would die of grief,
she no longer wanted to listen to me if her lips opened,
it was to tell myself I don't love you anymore.
I felt that my life was lost in a deep abyss
and black as my luck, I wanted to be forgotten Jalisco style (chorus: don't get mad)< br/>but those mariachis and that tequila made me cry.
I got tired of begging him. With tears in my eyes, I raised my glass and toasted with it.
I couldn't despise myself. It was the last toast of a bohemian with a queen.
The mariachis fell silent.
From my weak hand it fell. my glass without realizing it
she wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
but it was already written that she would lose her love that night.

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