La Copa Rota

Dazed and overwhelmed, by the doubt of jealousy
He looks sad in the bar, a faithless bohemian,
With his nerves shattered and crying without remedy,
Like a tormented madman by the ungrateful one who left...

Always accompanied by the best of friends
Who accompanies him and says, enough of liquor,
Nothing is remedied with tears, nothing is remedied with wine,
On the contrary, your heart remembers her even more...

One night like a madman he bit the glass of wine
And made a sharp edge that tore his mouth,
And the blood that flowed, mixed with the wine,
And in the bar, this scream shook everyone...

Waiter... serve me the broken glass, serve me that destroys me
This fever of obsession
Waiter... serve me the broken glass,
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of her love...

Waiter... serve me the broken glass, serve me that destroys me
This fever of obsession
Waiter... serve me the broken glass,
I want to bleed drop by drop, ha ha ha,
The poison of her love...