Dama de Vermelho

Waiter, look in the mirror
at the lady in red
who is about to get up
see, even the orchestra
goes all out
when she goes out to dance
this lady once belonged to me
and I was the one to blame for the separation
today, I cry out of jealousy
jealous even of the perfume
she leaves in the hall

waiter, my friend!
turn off the light at my table
I don't want her to see
so much sadness in me
bring another bottle
I'm going to get drunk tonight
I want to sleep so I don't see
another man holding you