Ay Chabela

When I look into your beautiful eyes
When I look at your lovely figure
I say to myself: Oh, Chabela!
And knowing that you don't love me
And knowing that you despise me
I say to myself: Alright then, Chabela!

When I walk by
Underneath your window
I shout: Oh, Chabela!
But then your brother comes out
And your mom and your dad
And they say to me: What's up, what's up, no no, Chabela!

Oh Chabela, oh Chabela, oh Chabela
Is the name that I carry
And in my days and in my nights
If I fall asleep and wake up
And in my dreams I see you
And I say: Oh, Chabela!

When you walk by
Showing off your curves
I say to myself: Oh, oh, Chabela!
Then I see you flirting
And teasing with others
And I think to myself: Look at her, very flirty, right?
Chabela

But if you paid attention to me
And gave me a hug
I would say
Just look!
They left the bike in a bad state!
How skinny it is, oh, Chabela!

But your love is a failure
I'd rather shoot myself
And say to you: Goodbye, Chabela!

Oh Chabela, oh Chabela, oh Chabela!
Is the name that I carry
And in my days and in my nights
If I fall asleep and wake up
And in my dreams I see you
And I say: Oh oh oh oh, Chabela!