La Copa Rota
José Feliciano
The Broken Glass
Dazed and overwhelmed
By the doubt of jealousy
He looks sad in the cantina
A bohemian already without faith
With shattered nerves
And crying without remedy
Like a tormented madman
By the ungrateful one who left
He is always accompanied
By the best of friends
Who accompanies him and says
Enough with the liquor
Nothing is remedied with tears
Nothing is remedied with wine
On the contrary, it makes him remember
Your heart even more
One night like a madman
He bit the wine glass
And from its sharp edge
That tore his mouth
And the blood that flowed
Mixed with the wine
And in the cantina, this scream
Shook everyone
Don't worry, friend
If I tear my mouth
Don't worry, it's because I want
With the edge of this glass
To erase the trace of a kiss
Treacherous that she gave me
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me, it tears me apart
This fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of her love
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me, it tears me apart
This fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop, ha, ha, ha
The poison of her love
