Amigo, Amigo

Buddy, buddy, a passion kills me
for an ungrateful woman for whom I suffer and cry;
she gave me gall in a cup of gold,
ay, no, no, no, I can't forget her anymore.

Buddy, buddy, advise that woman,
that woman
for whom I suffer and cry;
wherever I go
I carry her in my thoughts,
ay, no, no, no, I can't forget her