El Fondo de La Botella

Trying to rip you out of my soul
I spend day and night at the bar
But not even the wine makes me forget you
Much less the women and caresses
Some say that wine helps us
But it only makes my sorrows bigger
Even though I suffer, I ask the bartender
Bartender, bring more bottles

At the bottom of the bottle, I see you
And I beg you to have mercy
I'm sinking into vice because of you
Give me your love, my life, what does it cost you.

[Chorus]
Waitress, serve another one to see if I can forget this damn heartache.

Some say that wine helps us
But it only makes my sorrows bigger
Even though I suffer, I ask the bartender
Bartender, please bring more bottles.

At the bottom of the bottle, I see you
And I beg you to have mercy
I'm sinking into vice because of you
Give me your love, my life, what does it cost you.