Un vaso en alto
Doberman
A glass raised high
Today I'm at your table,
tomorrow you'll see, I won't be here anymore.
I no longer lose my calm,
there's no cold, no pain, nothing else.
Don't save my spot anymore,
that chair in that bar will cool down,
they can serve a glass,
for the saint and for me, I'll like it.
And now I'm here, and I'm already leaving,
and I tell you my brother,
so you remember me,
a glass raised high, and goodbye.
A drink for my friend,
who has returned home once again,
a drink for my friend,
we'll see each other there.
I leave you a promise,
when it's your turn to leave, I'll be there,
and leave a bottle full,
we'll meet there.
And now I'm here, and I'm already leaving,
and I tell you my brother,
so you remember me,
a glass raised high, and goodbye.
A drink for my friend,
who has returned home once again,
a drink for my friend,
we'll see each other there.
