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 manly 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!