Copa Rota
Alci Acosta
Broken Glass
Dazed and overwhelmed by the doubt of jealousy
He looks sad in the bar, a bohemian without faith
With shattered nerves and crying without remedy
Like a tormented madman, by the ungrateful one who left
He is always accompanied by the best of friends
Who accompanies him and says: Enough of liquor
You don't fix anything with tears, you don't fix anything with wine
On the contrary, your heart remembers her even more
One night, like a madman, he bit the wine glass
And a sharp edge shone, tearing his mouth
And the blood that flowed confused him with the wine
And in the bar, this scream shook everyone
Don't worry, my friend, if I destroy my mouth
Don't worry, it's because I want with the edge of this glass
To erase the mark of a treacherous kiss she gave me
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me, let it shatter this fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop the poison of her love
