Patotero Sentimental
Patotero, rey del bailongo
patotero sentimental,
escondes bajo tu risa
muchas ganas de llorar.
Ya los años se van pasando,
y en mi pecho no entra un querer,
en mi vida tuve muchas, muchas minas,
pero nunca una mujer...
Cuando tengo dos copas de mas,
en mi pecho comienza a surgir,
el recuerdo de aquella fiel mujer
que me quiso de verdad y que ingrato abandone...
De su amor, me burle sin mirar,
que pudiera sentirlo después,
sin pensar que los años al correr
iban crueles a amargar a este rey del cabaret.
Pobrecita como lloraba
cuando ciego la eche a rodar,
la patota me miraba, y ...
no es de hombre el aflojar.
Patotero, rey del bailongo
siempre de ella te acordaras
hoy reís, pero en tu risa,
solo hay ganas de llorar.
Sentimental Tough Guy
Tough guy, king of the dance floor
tough sentimental guy,
you hide under your laughter
a lot of desire to cry.
The years are passing by,
and in my chest there's no room for love,
in my life I had many, many girls,
but never a woman...
When I have two extra drinks,
in my chest starts to emerge,
the memory of that faithful woman
who truly loved me and I ungratefully left...
I made fun of her love without looking,
thinking I could feel it later,
without realizing that as the years went by
cruelly they were going to embitter this cabaret king.
Poor thing, how she cried
when blind I let her go,
the gang looked at me, and...
it's not manly to give up.
Tough guy, king of the dance floor
you will always remember her
today you laugh, but in your laughter,
there's only a desire to cry.
Escrita por: M. Romero / M. Joves