Soy Una Fiera

On Sundays I get up
from poorly slept
and sometimes I even forget
to eat because of the races.
I grab the embrocations,
my corresponding cigar,
and I catch a car,
to arrive very early.
(Spoken)
And I have to get there to open the gate
if not, the races are suspended!
(Sung)
Races, guitars, gofo,
betting and cabaret,
it's the biggest thrill
that I'll have as long as I live.
And even to bet the wind,
well dressed, I am a beast,
with all my great luck,
I always come out on top.
(Spoken)
And what can I do, bad luck, but I like it, I have to die!
(Sung)
On Saturday night
I buy the 5th Critica
and if I like the look
of the forecast it gives,
I check if it's Rodríguez
or if Canessa is running,
but then Leguisamo comes
and beats them all.
(Spoken)
You have to believe, old man, hey, doll, doll!
(Sung)
When someone gives me a tip,
it's almost a sure thing,
that if he doesn't start or stop,
he falls at the start,
or if it's a fall,
or because he opened at the elbow,
and nothing, no good, no way,
starting dead last.
(Spoken)
And what do you want, Italian, you want to give your opinion, more than opera, not even opera!
(Sung)
But when I have the money,
which is not very often,
without much group or science,
I read the program and that's it!
that pays three bataraces,
but no complaints about stealing,
there's nothing to do, for these potatoes,
I choose Leguisamo.
(Spoken)
And until Sunday, you sneak into the first
I want to be, what can I do, you have to live!