Entre San Juan y Mendoza (Cueca)

I don't know
I don't know what's going on with me
That I can't
That I can't walk

They'll think
They'll think I'm drunk
And it must be
And it must be weakness

Pour me another liter of wine
Don Ceferino, out of kindness
I want to drink it all
And that way forget
Long live the lovely ladies
Long live Mendoza and San Juan

I don't know
I don't know what I have
To be
To be so unlucky

I've had
I've had more than three liters
And barely
And barely I'm buzzed