Cuatro Copas
Miguel Aceves Mejía
Four Cups
You invite me a drink, or I invite you one,
we have to toast for our things;
we won't get drunk,
we'll just have four cups.
You have to tell me why you left,
I have to know what the disaster was;
if I know you consumed yourself for my love,
you have to tell me why you hated me.
I wish to stop life in you,
I wish to relive that past;
to be the owner of your eyes again,
to stay trapped in your love.
Who knows how many years have passed,
life didn't leave the souls broken
and we are remembering our story,
just while we have four cups.
