Copa Rota
Los Rodríguez
Broken Glass
Dazed and overwhelmed
By the doubt of jealousy
He looks sad in the bar
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 of liquor
Nothing is remedied with tears
Nothing is remedied with wine
On the contrary, it reminds him
Even more of his heart
One night like a madman
He bit the wine glass
And made a sharp edge
That destroyed his mouth
And the blood that flowed
Mixed with the wine
And in the bar, this shout
Shook everyone
Don't worry, friend
If I destroyed my mouth
Don't worry, because I want
With the edge of this glass
To erase the mark of a treacherous kiss
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me that destroys me
This fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me a broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of her love
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
Serve me that destroys me
This fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me a broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of her love.
