Jose Feliciano -La copa Rota (translated)

Confused and overwhelmed by doubts and jealousy he is at the bar. A hopeless bohemian his nerves are shattered in an endless cry. Madly tormented by the flight of the ungrateful one.

He is always accompanied by his best friend that says to him, that’s enough liqueur.
The remedy is not in wine or in crying you’ll get the opposite effect and your heart will remember her even more.

One night he lost his senses and bit into the wine glass sharpening its edge, ripping his lips. The blood gauged and mixed with the wine an strident cry startled people at the bar

Don’t you worry friend if my lips are butchered bear no affliction it’s just that with sharp glass I want to erase the imprint of the treacherous kiss she posed on me.

Barman pour into the broken glass pour while this feverishly obsession tears me a part
Barman, pour into the broken glass I want to bleed drop by drop all the poison of her love.