La borracha

That woman they see drunk today
in the bars drinking and flirting
they wouldn't believe it, yesterday she was a saint
only at home they saw her working

With all her soul she adored her husband
her children were her greatest treasure
the very ungrateful one betrayed her with another
and because of him she lost everything

I don't blame her for being a drunk
wine soothes the bitterness of sorrows
if her comfort is to walk in the taverns
I don't blame her for being just anyone

(And up with the women, listen, always moving forward
throw in some Montez)

A betrayal is the same as a dagger
when they stab it, sinking it into the flesh
that woman felt her soul that way
that's why now she doesn't believe anyone

Many tell her to get her out of that vice
and promise her the whole sky
but she just laughs at their proposals
and judges them all as liars

I don't blame her for being a drunk
wine soothes the bitterness of sorrows
if her comfort is to walk in the taverns
I don't blame her for being just anyone

(And up with San Luis Potosí, listen
and let's go to Monterrey, buddy)

I don't blame her for being a drunk
wine soothes the bitterness of sorrows
if her comfort is to walk in the taverns
I don't blame her for being just anyone