A los 15 ó 20 Tragos

How beautiful and how beautiful
it is to go out partying
in the light of the stars
and to the rhythm of guitars.
Enjoying life
between sorrows and songs
with the soul shattered
but talking about illusions.

How beautiful is a man's life
He always has something to boast about
Even if sometimes luck fails us
It's nice to lose and cry.

How beautiful and how beautiful
it is to toast to an ungrateful one,
and after fifteen or twenty drinks
to serenade her.
To sing as one sings
when in love
and to leave at her window
our desperate love.