Morire Bebiendo

Dying drinking

Juan Carlos Hurtado

'The Wanderer'

My soul hurts
Because of that ungrateful one, my little heart is suffering,
That evil one is the one to blame for me dying little by little
My poor soul is bleeding,
To see my mommy with that other guy
Because of a paper he made with her
That's why my mommy doesn't give me kisses

I don't recognize myself, I don't know who I am
With this anguish, I won't be able to live
With the agony inside me,
I'm so crazy that today I don't know myself
And that love has pierced my chest
And every day my wound bleeds more
That sometimes I don't even know what I want
Because without her, my soul is lost

Don't bother me, let me drink
To see if one day I die from drunkenness
Let no one cry, instead of flowers, take rum to the cemetery

I don't want tears on my grave
Beer and rum is what I want
Because he who dies for what he loves,
Death should taste like heaven

I don't recognize myself, I don't know who I am
With this anguish, I won't be able to live
With the agony inside me
I'm so crazy that today I don't know myself
This love has pierced my chest
And every day my wound bleeds more
That sometimes I don't even know what I want
Because my soul is lost