Pobre Jugador

Poor Player

The sun comes up, the game is done
He hits the street, sick of the play
All lost in smoke and drinks
And a week to pay up
With no cash, you see there are no trips
No friends, no shadow, no sun
Marked by death
A ghost with his name
Came down from the sky
Poor player!

He goes back home, finds it empty
She’s left him, this time it’s true
A letter, words of goodbye
You can’t trust a woman
There are leaks over his bed
And a weight on his heart
In the arms of luck
He wanted to spend his life
And that’s why he bet
Poor player!

Without realizing, the days have passed
Gambling debts you have to pay
He’s got nothing left and they’re after his life
Gunfire roams the city
And that’s why men kill each other
And that’s why they’re out to kill
Like a stone in its fall
That’s how his life was, going down
Unable to stop
Poor player!

What’s God doing, sitting up there?
Cheating while shuffling
The good cards were dealt
And he lost before he played
With no cash, I know there are no trips
No friends, no shadow, no sun
Marked by death
A ghost with his name
Came down from the sky
Poor player!