Ella traducción al Inglés

I got tired of begging her, I got tired of telling him
That without her I die of sorrow
She didn't want to listen to me, if her lips opened
it was to tell me "I no longer love you"

I felt that my life was lost in an abyss
Deep and black like my luck
I wanted to find oblivion 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 gave her a toast
She couldn't despise me, it was the last toast
of a bohemian for a queen

The mariachis were silent, my hand without strength
my glass fell without me noticing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that that night she would lose his love

She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that that night she would lose his love