Esta Noche Me Emborracho
Ismael Miranda
Tonight I Get Drunk
Alone, worn out, exhausted, I saw her this early morning
Leaving the cabaret, skinny, with a short neck
And a hanger in the cleavage under the chin
Crooked, dressed like a young girl, dyed and flirting
Her nakedness, seemed like a plucked rooster
Showing as she walks her pecked body
I don't know when I can't take it anymore
Seeing her like that, I split to not cry
And to think that ten years ago she was my madness
That I went as far as betrayal for her beauty
This, which today is a wreck
Was the sweet mistake where I lost my honor
Whistling for her beauty, I took the bread from the old lady
I became wretched and sinful
I was left without a friend, I lived dishonestly
She had me on my knees, without morals, like a beggar when she left
I never thought I would see her in a re who in a while, like today
Look if it's not worth killing oneself, that for that junk, I am what I am
Cruel revenge of time, that makes me see ruined what one loved
This encounter has hurt me so much, that if I think about it more I end up poisoned
Tonight I get drunk well, I pull hard to not think
Tonight I get drunk well, I pull hard to not think