I got tired of begging her, I got tired of telling her
That without her I would die of grief
She no longer wanted to listen to me, if her lips opened
It was to tell me, I don't love you anymore
I felt that my life was lost in a vision
Deep and black like my luck
Maybe I could erase oblivion in the Jalisco style
But those mariachis and that tequila
They made me cry