Paroles et traduction Pedro Infante - Ella - Digitally Remastered

Ella - Digitally Remastered

Me canse de rogarle
Me canse de decirle
Que yo sin ella
De pena muero.

Ya no quiso escucharme
Si sus labios se abrieron
Fue pa' decirme
Ya no te quiero.

Yo senti que mi vida
Se perdia en un abismo
Profundo y negro
Como mi suerte.

Quiser hallar el olvido
Al estilo Jalisco
Pero aquellos mariachis
Y aquel tequila
Me hicieron llorar.

Me canse de rogarle
Con el llanto en los ojos
Alce mi copa
Y brinde por ella.

No podia despreciarme
Era el ultimo brindis
De un bohemio
Con una reina.

Los mariachis callaron
De mi mano sin fuerza
Cayo mi copa
Sin darme cuenta.

Ella quiso quedarse
Cuando vio mi tristeza
Pero ya estaba escrito
Que aquella noche
Perdiera su amor.

She - Digitally Remastered

I grew tired of begging her
I grew tired of telling her
That without her
I die of sorrow.

She no longer wanted to listen to me
If her lips parted
It was to tell me
I don't love you anymore.

I felt my life
Was lost in an abyss
Deep and dark
Like my fate.

I wanted to find oblivion
Jalisco style
But those mariachis
And that tequila
Made me cry.

I grew tired of begging her
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass
And toasted her.

She couldn't scorn me
It was the last toast
Of a bohemian
With a queen.

The mariachis fell silent
From my weakened hand
My glass fell
Without me noticing.

She wanted to stay
When she saw my sadness
But it was already written
That that night
I would lose her love.