Pan Comido

You're a fallen from grace, a poor devil, a loser
In the handicaps races, you always stayed behind
You missed the boat at poker
Because you don't have the skills
And yet, in life, there's always a loudmouth
Who spins the wheel saying you're a renowned tiger

The man in light track
In muddy and heavy tracks
If he has blood in his veins
He should never back down
And they've seen you choke
Slowing down at the finish line
You have good training
You have a strong finish
But in tight races
You're a coward, you know how to shake

If you have no class, why do you keep showing off?
After all, what achievement is in your record?
Just keep acting tough, thinking you're a big shot
If you push me a little, you'll be left behind
So the boys can mock you, I'm always the winner

What an old-timer knows
You lack, kid
You're a two-year-old colt
You still have a lot to learn
When you walk like I did
Like a ball without a handle

You have to be born again
To pick a sure winner
Even if you bet everything
You won't reach the finish line

You're not even good enough to accompany me in the race
You don't stand a chance, you're just a snorer
You never set a good time, your race is very poor
When you don't break at the elbow, you stumble at the turn
You need more performance to stop being a loser