Argento

An Argentine is a Latin lover
He's a smooth talker playing the seducer
An Argentine always dresses well in Fuente Alsina, in London or in New York
A shirt and pressed pants are enough to show off
An Argentine looks in the mirror and sees an ally that makes him sigh
He always goes forward and always gives his all
An Argentine is cunning and righteous
With one hand he points to the universe and with the other he touches the woman

But when it's time to risk his life
When he has to be on the edge of being or not being
An Argentine sits down to drink mate and shouts loudly 'Alright, go for it!'
An Argentine has a sharp mind, he's a corn flour mill
Maybe that's why he has the grit with little birds in his gray matter
He always goes forward and always gives his all
An Argentine is cunning and righteous, with one hand he points to the universe
And with the other he touches the woman, and with the other he touches the woman, and with the other he takes away the woman