Canchero

For the record of my life, you're an easy race
That I dare to win without emotion or end
I'll beat it so you understand, in this horse racing jargon
That you're a filly for a low-level race
And hey, old lady, I've already been clocked for the National

You know that as a kid, I had the look of a fast one
I was bold, had class, was handsome and a follower
Thanks to my old man's blood, I turned out quite rowdy
And in those neighborhood brawls, I always stood out first
Winning many races with sheer heart

The affection of a girl, who had me wrapped around her finger
In cunning and experience, got me out of loser status
But when I got used to the weight and the ride
Let the lady be beaten by the game she was given!

Later on, in the gambling dens, I started testing my luck
And many nights luck was friendly and cordial to me
Other nights I came out empty to chat with the Moon
Through the lonely streets of the sentimental suburb

I toughened up in the gambling and became a regular at the tango
Distrustful in the dens, just like in love
I've seen dreams crumble without anyone deciding it
A hundred castles of illusions for a silly reason
And I've seen tough guys cry over women like you

You see, you're dead in the water with your show
I don't want love with kisses, I want love with friendship
No sweet words, no cuddles and tales
I'm looking for a partner to tell her how I feel
And a woman to advise with judgment and kindness