Out of love for my mother,
I'm going to stop partying.
Even if they call me a coward,
I don't care about anything else.
My little mother, crying,
tells me to stop drinking.
That life is running out
and she fears being abandoned.
Goodbye, bottle of wine,
goodbye, jolly women,
goodbye to all of my friends,
to false lovers too.1
Out of love for my mother,
I'll make whatever sacrifice.
Before it's too late,
I'm going to rid myself of my vice.
I know I'm not a nobody
because my mother's still alive.
If not, in this instant I'd be
like a feather in the air.2
Goodbye, bottle of wine,
goodbye, jolly women,
goodbye to all of my friends,
to false lovers too.
1. lit. 'false loves' (plural).2. drunk as a skunk