En Un Feca

In a gathering of rogues
Surrounded by drinkers
A tough guy remembers his loves
Reminiscing tearfully
Meanwhile, the musicians
Playing their instruments
Fill the crowded feca
With sad accents
Where daring thieves
Sadly dream of the wind

With your flashy look
You made such a fuss
You spun me a tale
Like any fool
And in the same way
You made me throw the dagger
And to top it off
I fell for your affection
You fooled me like a child
But that debt
But that debt is paid

As your end is already written
It's easy to imagine
Soon you'll end up
At the hands of a tough guy
And when that body
That tough body
Is withered
Some
Some dark button
Will be pressed to take you down
No one wants the standard
If the procession is long