Ella

I got tired of begging her, I got tired of telling her
That without her, I'm in pain
I'm dying, She didn't want to listen to me anymore, if her lips
Opened, it was to tell me 'I don't love you anymore'

I felt like my life was slipping away
Into a deep abyss
And dark like my luck
I wanted to find oblivion Jalisco style
But those mariachis and that tequila made me cry

I got tired of begging her
With tears in my eyes, I raised my glass and toasted with her
She couldn't reject me, it was the last
Toast of a bohemian with a queen

The mariachis fell silent
My hand weakly dropped my glass without realizing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that I would lose her love that night

I wanted to find oblivion Jalisco style
But those mariachis and that tequila made me cry

I wanted to find oblivion Jalisco style
But those mariachis and that tequila made me cry