Eche otra caña pulpero

Pour another beer, barkeeper
for I am a poor creole,
who is already sought by the grave,
because of sorrow I am dying.

And I love her so much
that despite her deceit
my bitterness bathes in strong cane
night and day.

Barkeeper of the bar
please pour another beer.

Leave the jug handy
without sharpening the game
I want to see if in the drink
I can drown my heart
and pour it all, barkeeper
because if I can't pay
I have clothes to pawn
and from the lasso to the reins
even my last belongings
I will give for the cane...