Ella - José Alfredo Jiménez

I grew tired of begging her
I grew tired of telling her
that without her, I
would die of a broken heart
She didn't want to listen
to me anymore
if her lips opened it was
only to say
I no longer love you

I felt my life
slipping away into an abyss
deep and black
just like my luck
I wanted to find oblivion
Jalisco style
but that mariachi
and that tequila
made me weep

I grew tired of begging her
with tears in my eyes
I raised my glass
and drank
to
her
she couldn't scorn me
it was the last toast
from a romantic drunk man in misery
to a queen

The mariachis became silent
from my weakened hand
fell my glass
without me noticing it
she wanted to stay
when she saw my sadness
but it was already written
that on that night
I would lose her love