Chavela Vargas, Tomate ésta Botella Conmigo

Some days are of losses, sometimes irreparable for people we care for. So we have to remember to cook often so we can smell the sweetness of raspberry and blueberry jam,

take good care of four legged pals and spoil them with toys

but most of all, at funerals, contrary to mourning, celebrate the life they lived.

Drink this bottle with me

and we'll leave after the last drink.

I want to see what your oblivion tastes like,

please don't cover my eyes with your hands

Tonight I’m not going to beg you,

tonight you'll really be leaving.

How hard is having to forget you

without feeling that you don't love me anymore.

The time hasn’t taught me anything,

I always make the same mistakes,

Again, I'm toasting with strangers

and mourning the same sorrows.

Drink this bottle with me

and over the last drink you'll kiss me.

Let’s hope there will be no witnesses

in case you feel embarrassed.

If one day, unintentionally we meet again,

neither duck, nor speak looking straight at my face,

We'll simply share a handshake

and let people talk behind our backs after.

The time hasn’t taught me anything,

I always make the same mistakes,

Again, I'm toasting with strangers

and mourning the same sorrows.

Drink this beloved bottle with me 

and we'll leave after the last drink.