De Mi Se Dicen Cosas

They say things about me, so many things that fill me with pain
They say things about me, so many things that hurt without reason
They don't know that a passion slowly consumes my life
That's why I seek oblivion in wine or in the lips of a lover

They have said things about me, so many things that disturb my reason
And I seek in my guitar the sincere company turned into song
Because long ago I lost hope of another love
That still cries, cries, and cries this foolish heart

How I love wine, guitar, women, and love
When I'm not drinking, I'm loving, or singing a song
And I feel that slowly an illusion is growing in my veins
How I love wine, guitar, and love