El Perdedor (Un As En El Bolsillo)

The bell rang for the last time
A fragile silence, a thousand screams waiting
Six hesitant steps to the corner,
A faint smile can’t hide the pain
A weary gesture draws with blood
Traces of a fight that’s not over yet
The judge raised a fist that’s not yours,
The hardest blow, losing it all.
Even though today you lost,
You know that tomorrow,
You’ve got an ace up your sleeve,
Luck will smile on you.