Tu Recuerdo Y Yo
Pedro Infante
Your Memory and I
I'm in the corner of a cantina,
listening to a song that I requested.
Right now they're serving my tequila
and my thoughts are heading towards you.
I know that your memory
is my misfortune
and I come here just to remember
how bitter things become
when there's a woman who treats us poorly.
Who doesn't know in this life
the well-known betrayal
that leaves us with a bad love.
Who doesn't arrive at the cantina
demanding their tequila
and demanding their song.
They're already serving me the last one
I don't know if I have faith anymore,
now I just ask them
to play once again the one that left.
