Miraron Llorar a Un Hombre

What's the point of looking for her
What's the point of following her
It's useless to adore her
If you can't have her

That's what I told myself one night
Getting wet on a corner
Then it turned me around
I took any path
I wanted to leave through the door,
that a glass of wine opens for you
I wanted to rip her out of my soul,
send her back where she came from

The wine increased my sorrow,
sorrow brought out my tears,
Tears opened my mouth,
my mouth said your name
And there, between drink after drink,
they saw this man cry.