La Copa Rota

Dazed and overwhelmed
For the doubt of jealousy
He looks sad in the canteen
To a bohemian without faith

With my nerves shattered
And crying without remedy
Like a tormented madman
For the ungrateful woman who left

He is always accompanied
From the best of friends
Who accompanies him and tells him
Enough liquor is enough

Nothing is solved with crying
Nothing is solved with wine
On the contrary, he remembers it
Much more your heart

One night, like a madman
He bit the glass of wine
And he made a sharp edge on it
That his mouth destroyed

And the blood that flowed out
It was confused with wine
And in the cantina, this cry
It shook everyone

Don't worry, buddy
If I destroy my mouth
Don't worry, I just want to
With the edge of this cup
Erase the trace of a kiss
Traitor who gave me

Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me, it destroys me
This fever of obsession

Waiter, serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed, drop by drop
The poison of his love

Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me, it destroys me
This fever of obsession

Waiter, serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed, drop by drop, ha-ha-ha
The poison of his love