La Copa Rota

Dazed and overwhelmed, by the doubt of jealousy,
A bohemian, faithless and sad in the bar he be,
With shattered nerves and crying without
Remedy,
Like a tormented madman by the ungrateful she who flee,
Always accompanied by the best of friends,
Who stays by his side and says: enough with the liquor,
Nothing remedies with tears, nothing remedies with wine,
On the contrary, it reminds him even more of his heart.
One night like a madman, he bit the wine glass
And made a sharp edge, that tore his mouth apart
And the blood that flowed, mixed with the
Wine (got mixed up)
And in the bar, this scream shook everyone,
Don't rush, buddy, if I tore my mouth apart
Don't rush, for I want with the edge of this glass,
To erase the mark of a treacherous kiss she gave me.
Waiter, bring me the broken glass
Bring me the one that tears me apart
This fever of obsession
Waiter, bring me a broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of her love
Waiter, bring me in the broken glass,
Bring me the one that tears me apart
So much fever of obsession
Waiter, bring me another broken glass,
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of her love