Brindo Con Agua Lyrics English Translation by Aventura
Henry, I’m all ears
Listen, my cousin, thanks for listening
To all the problems that I’ve finally created
Because of my macho ways, my wife left me
And drowned in liquor, senseless, like a madman
Because of the rum and the doubts that slowly envelop me
And I’ve destroyed my family
Whenever I drink, I think I’m Superman
And I want everything at home to be done my way
I came home drunk one random night
And in front of my children, I grabbed my wife
I threw her to the floor and she cried out in fear
Telling me not to hit her, and there I raised my hand
But no, I don’t even want to remember
That night when I dared to sin
And the example I was giving to my children
How cowardly and mercilessly I abused their mother
I regret it and ask God for forgiveness
I am responsible for my actions and my mistake
I’m left alone, how do I erase those words?
“Daddy, why do you hit her if she hasn’t done anything to you?”
Another night, another problem, how can you allow
That whiskey to affect you like this? (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
There’s no denying that the dilemma is the bottle (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
The kids are crying, tell me what they’ll say about you (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Your wife loves you, she doesn’t file a complaint against you (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
And in your hands, a night will die
My cousin, I am ashamed
I toast with water for my sentence
It’s your favorite group, baby
The Kings
Yessir
Yo, Mikey
Funk, funk
I regret it and ask God for forgiveness (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
I am responsible for my actions and my mistake (Ah-ah-ah)
I’m left alone, how do I erase those words? (Ah)
“Daddy, why do you hit her if she hasn’t done anything to you?”
Another night, another problem, how can you allow
That whiskey to affect you like this? (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
There’s no denying that the dilemma is the bottle (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
The kids are crying, tell me what they’ll say about you (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Your wife loves you, she doesn’t file a complaint against you (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
And in your hands, a night will die
Another night, another problem, how can you allow
That whiskey to affect you like this?
There’s no denying that the dilemma is the bottle (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
The kids are crying, tell me what they’ll say about you (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Your wife loves you, she doesn’t file a complaint against you (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
And in your hands, a night will die (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Playboy
Cry, guitar
Cry
Adventure