Tiro Por La Culata

They say the strategists around
That in the fight the best defense is the attack,
that to win the wise thing is to prevent
the enemy from being the first to check...
And since fierce sharks are lurking
we must prepare for battle,
I rip out my soul and act like a scoundrel
and bring out the cannons...

And I shoot, shoot, shoot
to see if I kill some rat
but since I don't see very clearly
I end up putting my foot in it...
and the shot always backfires.

I go out predisposed to be more venomous
than Machiavelli's virulent brain,
I want to be more treacherous than the handkerchief
of Desdemona in the hands of poor Othello...
And to those who want to crown Aconcagua
at the cost of climbing over my kidneys,
let them prepare to say their prayers,
the mountaineer gets no water!

I swear by Saint Vitus that my goal is to be
the bodyguard of the girl from Corleone,
and when I sniff that I'm being cornered
I turn into a 'killer' like Stallone...
I tell them: 'you wretches, you're vampires
and I hope you drop like flies'
but suddenly the machine gun jams on me
and I riddle myself with bullets...