No es más que yo

I am and have always been a skull boy.
I had a good cotorro and a good woman,
she was a criolla, so pretty and so cool...
who made me a serious man, who taught me to love.
Because of her I took care of myself, I even changed my course,
I dedicated myself to work, I opened a wine cellar,
I stopped partying, for me there was nothing else in the world
but her two big eyes, then her heart.

I loved her perhaps, with all my soul
and so I spent two years by her side,
two years of affection, happiness and calm,
and in one of those nights, the ungrateful one left me,
with a friend of mine, with a friend of mine,
who, being in the palm tree, I knew how to answer him,
with one who, not even in jest, got himself into a mess
and came to make it with my own wife.

But everything is fixed in this fierce life,
the one who makes a stop has to pay for it
where he finds him, in the same way
the same way he proceeded with me, I'm going to get carved.
I'll get mine out of him 'prepo', if he squares up,
after I throw in his face how badly he behaved.
To prove to him that if that dog barks
I'll bite if they hurry me and that he's not more than me.