Alone, ruined, spoiled,
I saw her this morning coming out of a cabaret;
skinny, two palms of nape
and a hanger in the cleavage under the Adam's Apple;
lame, dressed as girl
hair-dyed and flirting her nudity,
she looked like a plucked chicken
showing and boasting of her pecked skin
when I can't stand no more I don't know
when I saw her like that I ran away, for not crying.
And to think that ten years ago she drove me mad
that I came to betray for her beauty
that she that now is junk
was the sweet passion where I lost the honor;
that crazy for her beauty
I left my mother without food
I became despicable and liar,
that I was left without a friend, that I lived in bad faith
that she had me on my knees, without moral,
like a beggar when she left.
I never dreamed that I'd see her
in a requiescat in pace as cruel as today;
look if is not for killing oneself,
that I am what I am because of that useless girl.
Horrible revenge gives the time
that makes one see closer what what he loved;
this meeting has done me so bad
that if I think of it more, I'll end up poisoned,
tonight I'll get drunk
I'll get very very drunk to not to think.