A keresés eredménye

for them to know how i am

Open space...
and don't you rush for there is
for everyone and plenty
foolish people you take notes
today a man gives a lecture
though i never give advice
cause i am not conceited
i wanna say my record
for you to know how i am
 
i don't like to be a rat
wasn't born to have long tongue
and even the police presses me
i can shut up to the occasion
i give a damn to the seedy
who look at me and get sorrow
keeping the distance
i know how to con with class
 
for the betting i am quick
i was born to gamble
don't try too hard with the wrist
when the quality exceeds
i know a lot of smart men
that were caught in the lace
one whith luck who confuses
reveals himself without thinking
 
for the clothes i have class
always take care of my figure
to conquer the tenderness
you have to pretend position
i know well the deed
for me the talking is game
i do it easy and crude
for them to know how i am
 
i know well that between crooks
there are some ratting on me
and that they want me in prison
because of envy and rancor
but for me there is no rival
i let them swallow saliva
they are wiped offs that dont run
they are trinkets of occasion
 
with money anyone is smart
the canaries are baits
the question is being poor
and make them calling you sir
i pretend to be well off
but if you peek at my record
you'll know that i'm simply
a 'porteño' like the best
 
for the clothes i have class
always take care of my figure
to conquer the tenderness
you have to pretend position
i know well the deed
for me the talking is game
i do it easy and crude
for them to know how i am
 

Nothing

I have walked to your home
I don't know how I was able
If they had told be you're not there
That you'll never come back
If they had told me that you've gone...
 
How much snow there is in my soul
What silence there is at your door
Upon arrival at your doorstep
A keylock of pain
It'd detained my heart
 
Nothing, nothing remains
at your birth home
Only spider webs
That weave the grass
and the rose bushes
Neither exist and that's certain
That it has died at your depart
Everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more
What sadness and stillness
Nothing that tells me
If you still live
Where are you...
To tell you that today
I have returned in regret
To search for your love...
 
Now I get away from your house and I go
I don't now where
Without wanting to tell you goodbye
And even the echo of your voice
responds back to me nothing...
 
At the cross of your keylock
For your shame I pray
And I drove at your door
A teardrop becomes flower
Of my poor heart
 
Nothing, nothing remains
at your birth home
Only spider webs
That weave the grass
and the rose bushes
Neither exist and that's certain
That it has died at your depart
Everything is a cross
Nothing, nothing more
What sadness and stillness
Nothing that tells me
If you still live
Where are you...
To tell you that today
I have returned in regret
To search for your love...