Because of gambling
I ended up poor
Oh dear!, The things
That I had to be responsible
I could no longer wear elegant
I was lacking cigarettes
And for not liking to beat my chest
Nor the groups for quitting
To be able to drink
I went from whisky to cheap wine
I no longer contributed to the coffee
Nor the gang of the corner
I even kicked out the girls
In the case we had to pay
And on top of it
There was that muddy field
When a tightfisted woman
Who shared the bed with me
Has left me one day
By seeing the things going down
I pawned the ring and the heart
I even endangered the clock chains
I went from the downtown to la Boca
To live in a balcony
The tenement house air
Has been reaching me quickly
By force of hard bread
I could no longer waste
And for not taking it anymore
I became friend of work
Today I bid farewell to the mess
Of gambling and halting
No more crazy life
The roulette no longer works
A concubine who calms me down
Shows the benefits
And without making sacrifices
When there's a blistering winter cold
I bathe on Palermo's sun
And by the way, I gamble little...
And...one has to please oneself, after all
Someday comes the brook
Calls the jinx and send us to the cemetery...
What a disgrace!