I shouldn't continue drinking from this glass of rum,
it is always late when I realize my mistake.
I shouldn't sing the verses I wrote every night,
when you were not (there) anymore I realized what I lost.
I'm an idiot, I'm cannon food for the defeat
that, when it explodes, turns into an idiot again,
I'm a suicide victim, I'm the broken glass.
I shouldn't look at the photos we took in Paris,
I shouldn't count the days for any Valentine.
I shouldn't call so late but you have to listen to me,
my apology is no use but my pain is real.
Because I'm an idiot, I'm cannon food for the defeat
that, when it explodes, turns into an idiot again,
I'm a suicide victim, I'm the broken glass.
Today I refuse to admit that this love was a flower for one day
although I loved the haste with which you undressed me.
Rip away the sigh that remains to this defeat,
let me kiss you while you take off my clothes.
Because I'm an idiot, I'm cannon food for the defeat
that, when it explodes, turns into an idiot again,
I'm a suicide victim, I'm the broken glass.