Coplera de Madrugada

They say you're killing me
Wine from the early morning
The wine enters my body
Like a cry of hope
The wine enters my body
Like a cry of hope

At the bottom of the glass
My fate is sealed
At the bottom of the glass
My fate is sealed

And with every sip I take
My soul flourishes and sings
When the stars kiss
The strings of my guitar

I take step after step
Seeking to gain distances
I tire the horse with pleasure
My sorrows are arched
They say you're killing me
Wine from the early morning

When a sorrow advances on me
And its spurs pierce me
When a sorrow advances on me
And its spurs pierce me

I feel less than a dog
And my throat tightens
I feel less than a dog
And my throat tightens

Because the most hardened man
Who embraced a hope
If a wind turns it over
He loosens as if nothing

That's why I let them talk
About the wine and my early mornings
Sorrows also destroy
But everyone keeps quiet about it

The wine hits hard
Stabbing straight ahead
If I have to leave my bones
Sorrows won't take them

They say you're killing me
Wine from the early morning