Ella

I got tired of begging, I got tired of telling her
That without her, I’d die of heartbreak
She didn’t want to listen to me, when her lips opened
It was to say, I don’t love you anymore

I felt like my life was slipping into a deep abyss
Dark as my luck, she wanted to stay
When she saw my sadness
But it was already written
That on that night, I’d lose her love

I got tired of begging. With tears in my eyes, I raised my glass and toasted with her
She couldn’t turn me down, it was the last toast of a bohemian with a queen
The mariachis fell silent

From my hand, my glass fell without me noticing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that on that night, I’d lose her love