Entre Copas y Amigos
Ismael Miranda
Between Cups and Friends
I grew up by the bar, and among drinks I had friends
But a twist of fate, took me away with her
And because she wanted it, I left my friends behind
And forgotten about the drinks, I lived only for her love
Forget about your friends
Those drunkards
Those lost souls who claim to be your friends, and all my love will be yours-
And many years of illusion passed, devoted to the
Delights of love, but as she was finally a woman
She only knew how to respond with betrayal
Forgive me, I swear to you
Don't swear anything to me and leave, it's not worth it, miserable, bad woman
I will return to my old life, between cups and friends
Today I return to my past, because I have finally convinced myself
Any friend, whether a drunkard, whether lost, is worth more than the
Most beautiful woman
Today I return to my past because I have finally convinced myself
Any friend, whether a drunkard, whether lost, is worth more than the
Most beautiful woman
Today I return to my past because I have finally convinced myself
Any friend, whether a drunkard, whether lost, is worth more than the
Most beautiful woman
