For the record of my life you're an easy race
that I can dare to win without thrill or final stage.
I tell you for you to understand in this horse slang
that you're a filly for a hippodrome race
and I -look!- I've been tried for the championship...
You know that since kid I had a sharp look.
I was bold, with class, I was brave and follower!
For my father blood I liked heavy going
and in that neighborhood fights I always appeared first
winning many finals by force of heart.
The love of a girl who doubled me
in malice and experience made me lose.
But when I was used to the weight and the saddle
she can tell you the game we had!
Later, in the roulette, I started to try fortune
and many times luck was friendly...
Many others I went out broke to talk with the moon,
through the lonely streets of the sensitive suburb...
I've became patient in the gamble and experienced in the milonga,
mistrusted in the roulette, the same as in love...
I've seen crumbling without nobody disposing it
a hundred castles of illusions, for a useless cause
and I've seen brave men crying for women like you.
You see, on this way you're dead with your show...
I don't want love of kisses, I want love of friendship.
No sweet words, no cuddles or tales:
I want a partner to tell her what I feel
and a woman who advises with judgement and goodness.