Los Mareados
Andrés Calamaro
The Tipsy Ones
Weird
Like ignited
I found you drinking
Beautiful and fatal.
You were drinking
And in the heat of the champagne
Crazy, you laughed
To avoid crying.
Sorrow
It gave me to find you
Because when I looked at you
I saw your eyes shining
With an electric ardor
Your beautiful eyes that I adored so much.
Tonight
My friend
Alcohol has intoxicated us
I don't care if they laugh at us
And call us the tipsy ones.
Everyone has their sorrows
And we have ours
Tonight we will drink
Because we will not see each other again.
Today you will enter my past
In the past of my life
The wounded soul carries three things
Love, sorrow, pain.
Today you will enter my past
Today we will take new paths
How great our love has been
And yet, oh, look at what remains.
