Pata De Perro

Of all the fleet, he
was the most charming.
There was no rival
for this winner.
Wanderer here,
Wanderer there.
Mario was the name
of this good buddy,
He goes everywhere,
he won't come back.

Time took advantage
and transformed everything.
The neighborhood is old,
even the dance hall.
A friend got married,
another got a belly.
A new fleet appeared
and on the corner
nothing is the same,
it was better to travel.

One day the rumor came
that a friend of a man
met him on a ship.
That he had been in New York,
danced in Japan,
fell in love in Brazil,
played the drum in Haiti,
met Mandela,
and got drunk in the USSR.
No one knew if it's true.
His friends often remember
that he was a good buddy
who decided to travel.