Vidros Rotos
Fabián Gómez
Broken Glass
The thousand pieces
I just broke you
I pretend that your love
Was a bottle
It's pointless
That it's on the table
And it's empty
Already without beer
Hey bartender
Don't get mad
If I broke four five or six
Or barely seven
Charge to my tab
The broken glass
To forget
My brunette
In my path
You were
My dear
Of my loves
That now
Forget me
Hey bartender
Don't get mad
If I broke four five or six
Or barely seven
Charge to my tab
The broken glass
To forget
My brunette
In my path
You were
My dear
Of my loves
That now
Forget me
