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 me: Now no the I want.
I felt that my life
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 for her.
I couldn't despise myself
If it was the last toast
From a bohemian to a queen.
The mariachis fell silent.
From my hand without strength
My glass fell without realizing it.
She wanted to stay
When she saw my sadness,
But it was already written
That that night
She would lose her love.
She wanted to stay
When she saw my sadness,
But it was already written
That that night
She would lose her love.

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