I had a great voice
I was the owner of the falsetto
Ay, her, ra, lai
singing gave me " round eye"
And smoking gave me the cough
And of that great voice
Only left a murmur
I was singing a titipuchal
The girls were admiring me
they were sighing for my songs
And I was devoting myself
But today when I wanted to sing
The roosters were getting excited
Poor voice that goes adrift
from the binge and the round eye
to smoking and to the cough
When it wants to throw falsetto
Only comes out a vile murmur
Of that great voice
I had a great voice
And it was giving my bundle to me
Jorge Negrete admired me
Pedro Vargas and other two also
But of that great voice
Only left a murmur
Two nights ago I went to sing
I was celebrating Casimira
To the first lyre compass
They began to shout at me
the hat and the jacket
Of the gentleman who goes back
those who drink and who smoke
their gullets rot
like the cough did to me
When I want to throw falsetto
Only comes out a vile murmur
Of that great voice