Dos botellas de mezcal [English translation]

When I die,

How grateful I would be

If you put on my grave

Two bottles of mezcal.

Cause I know I'll probably die of a hangover

You know well that it'd be your fault

Cause I couldn't forget you

Every night

When I take hold of the bottle

I see you next to her

And I start to get chatty

In a while I feel you

Holding me, clutching to me

As if it were real.

I love you, I love you and it's not true.

When I finally return

from my crazy thoughts

The suffering begins

Because I look for you and you're not there.

From my eyes

The tears start flowing out

And it's just that I love you so much

And I can't avoid it.

Every night

When I take hold of the bottle

I see you next to her

And I start to get chatty

In a while I feel you

Holding me, clutching to me

As if it were real.

I love you, I love you and it's not true.

When I finally return

from my crazy thoughts

The suffering begins

Because I look for you and you're not there.

From my eyes

The tears start flowing out

And it's just that I love you so much

And I can't avoid it.