Oye Cantinero

It's not that I'm angry (I swear I'm not), chance, I screwed up
But in Chile, that guy can't compare to me (Ha, not a chance)
I didn't even worry, I even liked him
Weren't they just friends? Now it all makes sense

Here I am, resentful, in a clandestine bar, oh-oh
Telling that bartender how you saw my face as an idiot
Why should I complain? (Better) I'll keep drinking (Yeah, hey)

I don't hate you, I hate that you made me hate love
Which forgiveness? Put me in therapy instead
Or no, block me better because I might end up marking you
It's not me, it's me with alcohol
Tell me what I did wrong, if I loved you well
Maybe it just wasn't the right time, I understand that too
The bartender is now my friend, I told him everything
He told me: Come on, it happened to all of us once
He said to me: Have a drink, then I asked for another drink
Honestly, being seen like that by someone is really weird
The truth is that I am awake, but then it goes away
The problem is that I don't know when anymore

It's not that I'm angry, chance, I screwed up
But in Chile that guy can't compare to me
I didn't even worry, I even liked him
Weren't they just friends? Now it all makes sense
Here I am, resentful, in a clandestine bar, oh-oh
Telling that bartender how you saw my face as an idiot

Why should I complain? (Better) I'll keep drinking

Karma will come to you, remember me
I don't want to see you cry, well a little bit yes
Because although I loved you a lot, I suffered three times as much
And even though I know it's worth it to you, I had to say it
My heart is broken into pieces, cold as the ice in my glass
I don't know if this is the fourth or fifth time I've been screwed
By the sixth I feel happy, I'm going to keep getting drunk
I have a thousand options and I'm complaining here

Telling that bartender how you saw my face as an idiot
Why should I complain? (Better) I'll keep drinking
Telling that bartender how you saw my face as an idiot
Why should I complain? (Better) I'll keep drinking

I swear, it's not that I'm angry, maybe I screwed up
But in Chile that guy can't compare to me
I didn't even worry, I even liked him
Weren't they just friends? Now it all makes sense
Here I am, resentful, in a clandestine bar