Mi Amigo El Borracho
El Régimen Sinaloense
My Drunk Friend
I found him in the cantina
He was a very sad drunk
He had the pain on his face
Of what a thorn causes
Stuck in the heart
His sorrow was evident
I saw him very pensive
The reason was guessed
For which he was distressed
Almost about to cry
Sitting in front of the bar
He sang with his guitar
Those songs that reach you
That make you thirsty for beer
And tear your soul apart
And the people listened to him
And the bartender served
And among glasses and cups
I noticed that his clothes
Were just like mine
And the people listened to him
And the bartender served
And among glasses and cups
I noticed that his clothes
Were just like mine
And as I stared at him
I saw that he also saw me
But everything was a reflection
The drunk from the mirror
His image was mine
