Los Números No Mienten
Tabaré Cardozo
The Numbers Don't Lie
He's the half-brother of the kid
Crazier than Momo's wildest
Wades through the mess
With cunning and confidence
Disarming the bombs
Jumping over minefields
Putting out the fires
That come from every direction
The Vintén
With street smarts and a tent, shows who's who
Barroom psychology
The whole night long, taking shots
The Vintén
Masters the scene, knows what's up
How to serve a thick brew
And who needs a little extra cash
His table is the Holy See
Of loyal patrons and regulars
A carnival agora
For friends and foes alike
Chairs turned upside down
On the sleeping tables
He prays in his secret gathering
That the numbers don't lie
The Vintén
On his nighttime strolls
He goes out to face the beasts
Those that are caged up
And those that roam outside
Every other night he crosses paths
With the wandering creatures
And the next night he deals
With a tiger and an elephant
The Vintén
