Mi Chorro de Voz

I had a stream of voice,
I was the master of falsetto...
Oh, lalalai...
for singing I went to hell
and from smoking I got the cough,
and from that stream of voice
only a squirt remains.

I used to sing a lot,
the girls admired me,
they sighed for my songs
and I made myself desired,
but today when I wanted to sing
the roosters got agitated.

Poor voice that's gone to waste
because of partying and hell,
because of smoking and the cough,
when I wanted to hit a high note
only a measly squirt comes out
from that great stream of voice.

I had a stream of voice
and I got my package...
Jorge Negrete admired me,
Pedro Vargas and two others,
but from the stream of voice
only a squirt remains.

The other night I went to sing,
Casimira was celebrating,
at the first strum of the lyre
they started to shout:
--The hat and jacket
of the gentleman who's leaving.

For those who drink and sing
to them the throat rots
like it happened to me with the cough,
when I try to hit a high note
only a measly squirt comes out
from that great stream of voice.