The Puerto Rican singer and songwriter José Feliciano is one of the main Latin musicians and is considered the first to enter the Anglo-Saxon market
Since 1964 he has recorded more than 60 albums and is one of the musicians who has most influenced later generations. Virtuous with the guitar and with an unmistakable voice, he has dared with different musical styles and has won nine Grammy Awards throughout his long career
"The broken glass" presents us with a desperate story of heartbreak in which the damage to the soul is attenuated by physical pain, while the wine mixes with the blood as a purifying catharsis
Thankful to my brother @ danieldedosd2 for helping me with the recording and editing of this video
La copa Rota
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
Que le acompaña y le dice, ya esta bueno de licor
Nada remedia con llanto, nada remedia con vino
Al contrario la recuerda mucho más tu corazón
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 te apures que es que quiero con el filo de esta copa
Borrar la huella de un beso traicionero que me dio
Esta fiebre de obsesión
Mozo, sírvame la copa rota
Quiero sangrar gota a gota
El veneno de su amor
Esta fiebre de obsesión
Mozo, sírvame la copa rota
Quiero sangrar gota a gota, ja ja ja
El veneno de su amor
The broken cup
Dazed and overwhelmed, by the doubt of jealousy
A bohemian already without faith looks sad in the canteen
With shattered nerves and crying hopelessly
Like a madman tormented by the ungrateful one who left
It is always accompanied by the best of friends
That accompanies him and says, this good liquor
Nothing remedies with crying, nothing remedies with wine
On the contrary, your heart remembers it much more
One night like a madman he bit into the wine glass
And it 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 do I want with the edge of this glass?
Erase the trace of a treacherous kiss he gave me
Waiter, serve me the broken glass, serve me it destroys me
This fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop
The poison of his love
Waiter, serve me the broken glass, serve me it destroys me
This fever of obsession
Waiter, serve me the broken glass
I want to bleed drop by drop, ha ha ha
The poison of his love
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