A La Gran Muñeca (feat. Roberto Arrieta)

I’ve seen you walk down the street
With a look of despair
And when you crossed, you didn’t even glance
At what your disappointment meant

I know the wicked one left you
And in the warmth of other eyes, she’s gone
You see, there’s nothing left
Of that love that’s killing you

Don’t ever go back to other hands
Like those of your little lady
They’ll make, in the evening
The mate that I brewed

That in its foam would tell you
That besides her sweetness
There was the tenderness
Of the one who brewed them for you