El Ciruja
Carlos Gardel
The Hustler
Like he's pissed and scheming
With a side-eye glance
He's set his sights
Straight for the hood
He's got a feeling
That in that little pasture
The hangout's no longer there
That was his only dream
He remembered those hours of partying
When he’d skip work
Always hustling and scheming
Or getting lucky with the girls
When he wasn’t so known by the cops
He’d throw down without fear of getting caught
And a girl would steal all his cash
And he played with his passion
She was a wild mosaic
Who worked as a thief
Daughter of a healer
A con artist by trade
But she was caught up
With a slick hustler
And he’d take her money
That he blamed on the thug
Face to face, showing courage
The two tough guys got into it in the alley
And the Hustler, who was sharp for the cut
Charged the hustler dearly for his love
Now he’s out of jail and without the girl
Catching a bit of sun in the street
He thinks for a moment about the love of the con artist
And sobs in his pain
