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Spanish singer, Tino Folgar: I Drink And I Invite I drink and I invite: order a swig, that today, I must kill the memory; without a friend, far from home, I want, into your heart, my sorrow entrust. Drink with me, and if, while singing, my voice gets blurred once in a while, is not that I cry because she deceives me, I know that a real man shouldn't cry. If the fields could talk this Pampa would tell you 1)* how I loved her, how feverishly I adored her, How many times, shaking, I have fallen on my knees under the defoliated tree where I kissed her one day. And, today, to see her degraded, surrendered to other arms, it was for me like a stub, and the jealousy made me blind. And I swear to you, I still can't believe how could I control myself, and I didn't kill her then. I drink and I invite: order a swig, about women, better not talk, all of them, my friend, pay back badly and, today, my experience can assert it. Take my advise, don't fall in love, and if, at a time, it's your turn to fall for it, strength, confound it, suffer and don't cry, that a real man shouldn't cry ! 1)* “Pampa“ - In Argentina, vast grass fields without trees Tino Folgar: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
