Copa rota - Andrés Calamaro, Bunbury

Aturdido y abrumado, por la duda de los celos

Se ve triste en la cantina a un bohemio ya sin fe

Con los nervios destrozados y llorando sin remedio

Como un loco atormentado por la ingrata que se fue.

Se ve siempre acompañado del mejor de los amigos

Que le acompaña y le dice ya esta bueno de licor,

Nada remedia con llanto, nada remedia con vino

Al contrario, la recuerda mucho mas tu corazón.

Una noche como un loco, mordió la copa de vino

Y le hizo un cortante filo, que su boca destrozó

Y la sangre que brotaba, confundiose con el vino

Y en la cantina este grito a todos estremeció.

No se apure compañero si me destrozo la boca

No se apure que es que quiero con el filo de esta copa

Borrar la huella de un beso, traicionero que me dio.

Mozo, sírveme, la copa rota

Sírveme que me destroza, esta fiebre de obsesión.

Mozo, sírvame, la copa rota

Quiero sangrar gota a gota, el veneno de su amor.

Mozo, sírveme, la copa rota.

Dazed and overwhelmed, by the doubt of jealousy

He looks sad in the bar to a bohemian already without faith

With shattered nerves and crying hopelessly

Like a madman tormented by the ungrateful woman who left.

He is always seen accompanied by the best of friends

That he accompanies him and tells him he's good with liquor,

Nothing remedy with crying, nothing remedy with wine

On the contrary, your heart remembers her much more.

One night like a madman, he bit the glass of wine

And he made a sharp edge, that his mouth shattered

And the blood that flowed was confused with the wine

And in the canteen this cry shook everyone.

Don't worry mate if I destroy my mouth

Don't worry what I want with the edge of this cup

Erase the trace of a treacherous kiss that he gave me.

Waiter, serve me, the broken glass

Serve me that destroys me, this fever of obsession.

Waiter, serve me, the broken glass

I want to bleed drop by drop, the poison of his love from him.

Waiter, serve me, the broken glass.