Canchero

For the record of my life, you're an easy race
that I dare to win without emotion or end.
I'll explain it to you in this horse racing jargon
that you're a 'filly' for a 'cheap race'
and I - hey, old lady! - have already been clocked for the National...

You know that as a kid I looked like a fast one.
I was bold, had class, was handsome and a follower!
From my old man's blood, I turned out quite rough
and in that neighborhood brawl I always stood out first
winning many finals with sheer heart.

The affection of a girl who had me wrapped around her finger
in cunning and experience took me out of loser status.
But when I was used to the weight and the ride,
let the woman deal with the game that was played on her!

Later, in the gambling den, I started testing my luck
and many times luck was friendly and cordial to me...
Other times I ended up dry, chatting with the moon,
on the lonely streets of the sentimental suburb...

I toughened up in the gambling den and became a regular at the dance hall,
distrustful in the gambling den, just like in love...
I've seen castles of illusions come crashing down
without anyone planning it,
and I've seen tough guys cry over women like you.

You see, you're dead on that front with your scare tactics...
I don't want love with kisses, I want love with friendship.
No sweet words, no cuddles or stories:
I want a partner to share what I feel
and a woman to advise with judgment and kindness.