Anoche a las dos

You have finally succeeded, woman of the street
that a decent man is lost for you,
to wound in his flesh with murderous hatred
Who never knew a dungeon.
While I worked at night at the printing press,
so that you could have the bread I gave you,
you even forgetting that you have a son
my name and yours you stained so...

Cat, with a scratch
you pay for my love, unconscious,
you don't even deserve the bullet
that a decent man
just gave you.
And today, when the tears choke you,
it's not that you're sorry,
it's at the thought that the wound
your crazy body
can spoil you.

But the price of your deed
you will pay one day.

I was sitting quietly at my table,
a few moments ago in that cafe,
and a man suddenly approaches me there,
outside he calls out to me and I go after him...
Without saying a word, pulling out a revolver,
a shot in the cowardly arm he gave me,
and that gentleman saw the scoundrel flee...
and bravely came to my aid...

You're lying, I'm the one who wounded her.
You lie, don't try to save me,
I'm the only one to blame.
and I'm going to give myself up, sir officer.
Cry! do not erase your name
nor your indulgent lie
all the pain and the pain
that you put a decent man
you have put him through.