Las Cuarenta

With the cigarette of life tight between the lips,
The gaze cloudy and cold, the walk a bit slow,
He turned the corner of the neighborhood, already drunk with memories,
Like pouring out a poison, this is what he was heard singing.
Old street of my neighborhood where I took my first step,
I return to you shuffling the deck in a difficult shuffle,
With a dagger in my chest, with my dream shattered,
That broke in an embrace that gave him the truth.

I learned all the good, I learned all the bad,
I know of the kiss that is bought, I know of the kiss that is given;
Of the friend who is a friend only when it suits him,
And I know that with a lot of money one is worth much more.

I learned that in this life you have to cry if others cry,
And if the group laughs, one must laugh;
Not even thinking wrong... Why, if you still live the same!
And you also run the risk of being called a fool!

The time I wanted to be good, they laughed in my face;
When I shouted an injustice, force made me be silent;
Experience was my lover; disillusionment, my friend...
Every card has a counter and every counter is given!
Today I don't even believe in myself. Everything is a trick, everything is false,
And that one, who is higher, is the same as the others...
So, don't be surprised if, one night, drunk,
You saw me walking arm in arm with someone I shouldn't be with.

I learned all the good, I learned all the bad,
I know of the kiss that is bought, I know of the kiss that is given;
Of the friend who is a friend only when it suits him,
And I know that with a lot of money one is worth much more.

I learned that in this life you have to cry if others cry,
And if the group laughs, one must laugh;
Not even thinking wrong... Why, if you still live the same!
And you also run the risk of being called a fool