Me Canse de Rogarle

I'm tired of begging
I'm tired of telling her that without her I die of sorrow
She didn't want to listen to me anymore
If her lips parted, it was to tell me she doesn't love me anymore
I felt that my life
Was lost in a deep and dark abyss like my luck
I wanted to find forgetfulness in the Jalisco style
But those mariachis and that tequila made me cry

I'm tired of begging
With tears in my eyes, I raised my glass and toasted to her
She couldn't scorn me
In the last toast of a bohemian for a queen
The mariachis fell silent
My glass fell from my hands without strength, without me realizing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that on that night
I would lose her love