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Translation
Her
I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her
That without her
I will die of sorrow
She no longer wanted to listen to me
If her lips parted
It was to tell me
I don't love you anymore
I felt that my life
Got lost in an abyss
Deep and dark
Like my fortune
I wanted to find oblivion
In Jalisco style
But those mariachis
And that tequila
Made me cry
I got tired of begging her
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass
And offered her a toast
She could not scorn me
It was the last toast
Of a bohemain
With a queen
The mariachis fell silent
From my weak hand
My glass fell
Without me noticing
She wanted to stay
When she saw my sadness
But it was already written
That on that night
Her love would die
Freda✕
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