La Tequilera

Tipsy from tequila, I always carry my soul
To see if it improves from this cruel melancholy

Aaaaaaaaaaaay,
For that love, what should I do?
If destiny gave it to me to suffer forever

Like a good Mexican, I will endure the pain calmly
After all, tomorrow I will have a sip of tequila

Aaaaaaaaaaaay,
For that love, what should I do?
Even if it betrayed me, I can't hate it

They call me the tequila drinker as if I were baptized
Because I was christened with a sip of tequila

Aaaaaaaaaaaay,
I better go now, what am I doing here?
They say I lost everything because of the drunkenness.