Ella [English translation]

I grew tired of begging her

I grew tired of telling her

that without her, I

would die of a broken heart

She didn't want to listen

to me anymore

if her lips opened it was

only to say

I no longer love you

I felt my life

slipping away into an abyss

deep and black

just like my luck

I wanted to find oblivion

Jalisco style

but that mariachi [band]

and that tequila

made me weep

I grew tired of begging her

with tears in my eyes

I raised my glass

and drank

to

her

she couldn't scorn me

it was the last toast

from a romantic drunk man in misery

to a queen

The mariachis became silent

from my weakened hand

fell my glass

without me noticing it

she wanted to stay

when she saw my sadness

but it was already written

that on that night

I would lose her love