Patotero sentimental

Patotero,
king of the bailongo,
patotero,
sentimental.
You hide under your laughter
a lot of desire to cry.
Already the years
are passing by
and in my chest
no love has entered my chest.
In my life I have had girls, many girls
but never a woman...

When I have two drinks too many
the memory of that faithful woman
the memory of that faithful woman
who really loved me,
and I, ungrateful, abandoned.
Of her love I mocked without looking
that I could feel it later,
not knowing
that the years, as they went by
were cruelly going to embitter
this king of the cabaret.

Poor thing!
How he cried
when, blind
I rolled her over...!
The duck was looking at me
y... it's not like a man to let up!

Patotero
king of the bailongo,
of her you will always
you will always remember.
Today you laugh... but your laughter
is only a desire to cry!