Tomo y obligo

I take and oblige, send yourself a drink,
today I need the memory to kill;
without a friend far from payment
I want to pour my sorrow into your breast.
Drink with me, and if my voice
my voice from time to time when I sing,
it is not that I weep for it deceives me,
I know that a man should not cry.

If the grasses were to talk, this pampa would tell her
how I loved her, with what fever I adored her.
How many times on my knees, trembling, I have knelt
under the leafless tree where one day I kissed her.
And today, seeing her debased and surrendered to other arms, was for me a stab and a stab in the back,
it was a stab in the back for me and I was blinded by jealousy,
and I swear to you, I still can't convince myself
how I could restrain myself and not kill her.

I drink and I oblige, send yourself a drink;
it's better not to talk about women,
all of them, my friend, give very bad pay
and today my experience can affirm it.
Take a piece of advice, don't fall in love
and if you have to take a turn,
be strong, my friend, suffer and don't cry.
a macho man should not cry.