Lyrics of Ella - Pedro Infante

Ella (original)

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 sentí que mi vida se perdía en un abismo
Profundo y negro como mi suerte
Quise hallar el olvido al estilo Jalisco
Pero aquellos mariachis y aquel tequila me hicieron llorar
Me canse de rogarle.
Con el llanto en mis ojos
Alcé mi copa y brinde por ella
No podía 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

(translation)

I'm tired of begging him, I'm tired of telling him
That without her I die of sorrow
She no longer wanted to listen to me, if her lips opened
She went to tell me: "I don't love you anymore"
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'm tired of begging you.
With tears in my eyes
I raised my glass and toasted her
She couldn't despise me
It was the last toast of a bohemian with a queen
The mariachis fell silent
From my hand without strength my glass fell
Without noticing
She wanted to stay when she saw my sadness
But it was already written that she would lose her love that night