Queridos Amigos

Dear friends
Serve me a drink
I want to get drunk
With anguish and sorrow.

The remorse
That I carry in my life
Is having loved
With all my soul

That's why I find myself
Drunk with sorrow
The more drunk I am
The more I remember you

Oh, drunk
I find myself drunk
Because of my bad luck
Oh, drunk
They call me drunk
Because of my bad luck