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One day I told a song writer in the cantina
to write me a good corrido please
he answered me the corridos are not dioquis
they are for men who die with honor
I asked myself if I had killed or if it was bad
and with my head down I answered no
I had another drink and left the bar
and a bad thought came to my head
br/>there was a love that almost killed me in life
I was already crazy from loving him alone
today I have stabbed his memories to death
and although I loved him I had no compassion for him
So now my dear songbook
now if my corrido can write now
damned love I have already torn it from my chest
its little memories have already ceased to exist
I also liked it I guess it was in self-defense
that woman had already killed my life
For a long time that love lived with me
then it left and pure sadness left me
I already killed it with the dagger, from oblivion
I no longer want to remember it, it already died
with great viciousness I broke it into a thousand little pieces
it is already buried in the pantheon of the heart
Like this that now my dear songbook
now if my corrido can be written now
damned love I have already torn it from my chest
its memories have ceased to exist
also add that it was in self-defense
that woman had already killed my life