Curado de Espantos

I never trust anyone, I don’t rely on luck
I’m always on my game
Clear-headed, I don’t mess around
I’m neither cheap nor basic

I never tell anyone about my private life
And I don’t mess with psychics
To read my cards or tell my fortune
Or witches to sweep me clean

I’ve got crossed veins, I was born cured of frights
I don’t deceive people
Saying I’m a saint, I’m a man with flaws
Just like any other human

I’ve got tons of friends, but not all are trustworthy
Women who are discreet give themselves fully
I see them whenever I want
And they never ask for anything

I don’t believe in religious folks who claim they’re saved
When they see the noose tightening
They always act like brothers, those who don’t know God
They’re kneeling down everywhere

I’ve got crossed veins, I was born cured of frights
I don’t deceive people
Saying I’m a saint, I’m a man with flaws
Just like any other human