When I die
I'd be grateful if you'd
lay on my grave
two bottles of Mezcal
Because I know I have to
die from boozing
you know very well that it's your fault
'cause I wasn't able to forget you
Every night
when I grab the bottle
I see you inside it
and I'm starting to chat
After a while I feel
that you take me in your arms and squeeze me
as if it were a real thing
I love you, I love you and it isn't true
When I return at last
from my crazy thoughts
the suffering starts
because I look for you and you're not here
From my eyes
the tears are starting to flow
because I love you so much
and I can't help it
(repeat from 3rd verse)