La copa rota [English translation]

Stunned and overwhelmed by the doubt of jealousy,

looking sad in the canteen is a bohemian without faith

with his nerves shattered and crying without solace

like a tormented lunatic, over the ingrate that left.

He is always seen in company of the best of friends

accompanying him and telling him "that's enough liquor"

You'll remedy nothing crying, you'll remedy nothing with wine

on the contrary your heart remembers her more.

One night like a lunatic, he bit his wine glass

and there shined a sharp blade that tore apart his mouth

and the blood that flowed then blended with the wine

and at the canteen this scream startled all

Don't be frazzled my friend if I destroy my mouth,

Don't be frazzled I just want with this wineglass's blade

to erase the trace of a treacherous kiss she gave me.

Waiter... serve me the broken wineglass

serve me because it tears apart this fever of obsession.

Waiter... serve me the broken wineglass

I want to bleed drop by drop the poison of her love.