La copa rota traducción al Inglés

Confused and overwhelmed by doubts and jealousy
It looks sad in the canteen to a bohemian already without faith
With shredded nerves and crying with out remedy
Like a madman tormented by the ungrateful woman who left

He's seen always accompanied by the very best of his friends
Who accompanies and informs him that that's enough drink
Nothing you fix by crying, nothing you fix with wine
On the contrary your heart remembers it all the more

One night, like a madman, he broke a cup of wine
And he made such a sharp edge that his own mouth he destroyed
And the blood that flowed forth he confused with the wine
And in the canteen this cry reverberated to all

Don't you hurry mate if I wreck my mouth
Dont you hurry that what I want with the edge of this cup
Is to erase the trace of a treacherous kiss she once gave me

Waiter serve me the broken glass
Serve me, that it destroys me
This fever of obsession

Waiter serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed out drop by drop
The poison of her love...

Waiter serve me the broken glass
Serve me, that it destroys me
This fever of obsession
Waiter serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed out drop by drop
The poison of her love...