Go Guadalajara, Jalisco
At the bar of an old cantina
There's a man drinking liquor
I wonder if he has some sorrow
Or a letdown with his love
I ask him, he downs his glass
And answers: 'What sadness, sir?'
She's planning to wed, may she be happy
She's marrying him, such a cruel fate
She's my love, she'll be his wife
And at the bar of the old cantina
There's a man dying of love
In the tower of a white chapel
The bells will one day announce
The joy of a town wedding
The bells will one day toll
When that poor devil is finished
In his sorrow they'll ring again
She's planning to wed, may she be happy
She's marrying him, such a cruel fate
She's my love, she'll be his wife
And at the bar of the old cantina
There's a man dying of love
Freestyling a bit, he says