Compadrón

Little buddy with the violet
If Juan Malevo saw you
What heat he would make you go through
You don't even have a piece
Of that mud splattered
By the waiters of the place
The shield of the tough guys
Doesn't count you among its reds
For reasons of worth
Your trims of buddy
Fooled you, don't doubt it
You'll know why!

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Recorded as a smart guy
Among the
Buddies who follow you
You are to me, even if it hurts you
Comrade without school, scrap of a dandy
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When you're old and alone
(Colo)
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And you rearrange your portrait
(Gato)
You'll notice that you've done nothing
Your whim undone
You'll see it crumble

In the gambling of life
You're a point without drag
On the outgoing card
And on the field of this world
You're a weak hit
The sweet talk and love
Even if you look in its words
Picturesque counterflowers
To arm yourself with cheek
I say to myself quietly
God help you, Little buddy
Made of paper mache