Te vi saltar sobre el mantel,
gritando una canción...
Obscena y cruel, en tu embriaguez,
ya sin control mostrar -muerta de risa-
al cabaret tu desnudez.
Bizca de alcohol, pisoteando al zapatear
entre los vidrios tu ilusión.

¡Reconocerte fue enloquecer!
Caricatura de la novia que adoré...
Cuando me viste me eché a temblar,
y aún oigo el grito
que mordiste al desmayar.

Quizá has pensao que yo me alcé,
pa' maldecir tu horror
y... ¡fue un error! no ves que sé
que por un pan cambiaste, como yo,
tus ambiciones de honradez.
Me levanté pa' que vieras cómo estoy,
yo, que pensaba ser un rey.
Novia querida, novia de ayer...
¡qué ganas tengo de llorar nuestra niñez!
Quién más... quién menos...
Pa' mal comer,
somos la mueca de lo que soñamos ser.

English translation

I saw you jumping on the tablecloth,
shouting a song...
Obscene and cruel, in your drunkenness,
no longer in control to show -dead with laughter-
to the cabaret your nakedness.
Cross-eyed with alcohol, stomping your feet as you stomp
between the glasses your illusion.

To recognize you was to go mad!
Caricature of the bride I adored...
When you saw me I started to tremble,
and I still hear the scream
that you bit as I fainted.

Perhaps you thought that I rose up,
to curse your horror
y... it was a mistake! don't you see that I know that I know
that for a loaf of bread you traded, like me,
your ambitions of honesty.
I got up so that you could see how I am,
I, who thought I was a king.
Beloved bride, yesterday's bride...
how I long to mourn our childhood!
Who else... who else... who less...
For bad to eat,
we are the grimace of what we dreamed to be.