Garronero

Portuguese without a trace, even if your appearance is deceiving.
You only set foot in a theater with a favored ticket,
And you know to the fingertips the thousand arts of science
Of the perfect cheating, thieving and breast-feeding.
You're an obliged candidate if it's a question of marriage
For you're not lacking a friend who can get you in,
And you'll also take a trip if you're invited to a wake.
Because you can always pick up a drink from above...
 
Garronero...
You paint your whole body
When you play the fool
Because they call to form.
Garronero...
Dry, lively and quick-witted
The neighborhood points you out
Drone of the apiary.
 
At one time, so they say, you also had a beetle,
Because she didn't know what kind of boyfriend she had,
Till one day, tired, knowing you were so sotreta.
Without allowing you to dodge, the cookie hung up on you.
What a sad fate awaits you, without a copper in your pocket
When the bar gets tired of your crafty living,
There'll be no one to give you a comfort, not even a cigarette
To forget with the smoke, your dismal future.