Copa Rota
by Los Rodriguez
Stunned and overwhelmed by the question of jealousy,
looks sad in the canteen
a bohemian and without faith.
With a nervous wreck, crying hopelessly
and
like crazy
tormented by the ungrateful who left.
It is always with the best of friends,
accompanying him and says,
"you're good liquor." Nothing
remedied with tears, nothing
remedied with wine:
the contrary, the more
recalls his heart.
One night, like a madman,
bit the glass of wine,
and made a sharp edge to his b
oca destroyed.
And the blood that flowed
confounded with wine, and canteen
this cry
all shuddered
"Do not worry mate if I wreck
mouth
not worry I will, with the edge
this cup,
lose track of
treacherous kiss he gave me. "
"Waiter, serve me the broken glass,
serve me destroys me
this fever of obsession.
Waiter, serve me a glass broken, I bleed
dropwise
the poison of your love."
"Waiter, serve me in broken glass,
serve me destroys me
his fever of obsession.
Waiter, another glass broken At the restaurant, I bleed
dropwise
the poison of your love."
"Naina ........................."
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