O Ébrio

I was born an artist
I was a singer
Still young, they took me to a singing school
My name slowly grew, grew
Until reaching the heights of glory

Throughout my artistic journey, I had several loves
All of them swore eternal love to me
But they ended up running away with others
Leaving me with longing and pain
One night, as I sang Tosca
A young woman from the front row threw me a flower
That young woman later became my legitimate wife
One day, as I sang The Force of Destiny
She ran away with another, leaving me a letter, and in the letter a goodbye
I couldn't sing anymore

Later, I remembered that she, however
Had left me a piece of herself: My daughter
A little flesh doll that I had the duty to educate
I started singing again but only for the love of my daughter
I raised her, she became a beautiful young woman
And one night, as I sang The Force of Destiny once again
God took my daughter away to never return

From then on, I started falling, falling
Moving from high-class theaters to lower ones
Until I ended up being booed while singing in the middle of a circus ring
I was nothing anymore
Nothing, no!
Today, because I drink to forget my misfortune, they call me a drunkard
A drunkard

I became a drunkard in alcohol, seeking to forget
That ungrateful woman I loved and who abandoned me
Stoned by the streets, I live in suffering
I have no home or relatives, everything ended
Only in taverns do I find my shelter
Every fellow in misfortune is a great friend
Who, like me, has their own sufferings
They advise me and alleviate my torments
I was once happy and received with nobility
I swam in gold and had a satin alcove
And at every step, a great friend who trusted me
And in relatives... I trusted, yes!
And today, seeing myself in misery, I see it all
The false home I loved and tearfully left
Every relative, every friend, was a thief
They abandoned me and stole what I loved
False friends, I ask you, I beg you in tears
When I die, no inscription on my grave
Let the worms slowly come to finish
This sad drunkard, this sad heart
I only want that on the grave where I rest
The crazy drunkards like me come to deposit
Their secrets in my final shelter
And their tears of pain on the friendly chest