Cuplé del timbero [English translation]

If you really feel like playing

If you really feel like playing

Here comes the player, this is your chance

Don't be left wanting to play

Come on Mr Gambler, don't be shy

We want you to tell us what you can play

Come on Mr Gambler, don't be shy

We want you to tell us what you can play

Well, well. How is it going for ya?

You're doing well? All well boys?

Can you believe it boys?

Today was a deadly day for me

Until the casino opened

And this afternoon I had three. Three passes with the craps.

The casino opened and I went plucked

Besides you gotta know some things boys. Pim, pum, pam.

For money I played even Ludo

Chinese checkers and also chess

Cup-and-ball, mus and bluff

And poker dice, I played for money

Baccarat, Old Maid and Rummy

The war and golfo I also practiced

When I was a kid, with the trading cards

Tops and marbles, I got tangled

Craps, sette e mezzo and conga

Chorizo and jacks, escoba and chinchon

I'm a fan of horse racing pools

I play roulette and billiards

My passion is the russian roulette

and I can't find anyone who wants to play

Stop with the games, you vicious gambler

You're all gamblers and you look like idiots

There are people who never played in their lives

That's impossible, I'll explain it now

Everything is a gambling game, I'll demonstrate it to you

If you don't interrupt me and let me talk

If we cross with the red light, that's a bet for sure

And also recommending a friend for a job

It's a bet to buy cheap in an outlet

It's a bet to call the service for repairing the TV

It's a bet to date her if you just met her

And it's a bet when she says "do it careless"

Look at his look, what an ugly guy

This character is a great gambler

Sometimes an outcast, sometimes a fat cat

The bucks come today, they leave tomorrow

The two packs of cigarettes that you smoke are a bet

Or when you do a test even if you don't know a lot

People are all gamblers, you'll see I'm not lying

Figure out that today there are still weddings

This gambler will be the accused

You friends will be the jury

Let's listen him, letting him talk

But we believe the guy is guilty

I beg you murguistas to listen to me

Because my wish is of sharing

My experience on this stage

In that big game called living

When we're children we play happily

The beautiful game of hide-and-seek

When we're adults, we go searching

But we get tagged everyday

Look at his look, what an ugly guy

This character is a great gambler

Sometimes an outcast, sometimes a fat cat

The bucks come today, they leave tomorrow

The boys play with the tops

Pulling the string that unrolls

Then there are men who with a slash

They throw you far from the circle

The Hopscotch, what a beautiful game

With chalk and pebbles painted on the floor

When you're adult, you jump around

But nobody reaches the heaven

This gambler will be the accused

You friends will be the jury

Let's listen him, letting him talk

But we believe the guy is guilty

You get a full and they accuse you

You stood with twenty but you pay anyway

With the jacks you only bet this

And with the pool you get busted

This life sirs, is a tute

Where bidding the least is to lose

More than that, this life is a truco

You need falta y resto to win

You've defended yourself with big eloquence

We see that you proved your innocence very well

The last question is fundamental

Tell us if you bet on the carnival

Hahaha, are you all high boys, ha!

You drank everything, eh? What a mess!

How I'm not going to bet on the carnival?

If... if the carnival was my life.

Whoa, whoa. What a pretty melody.

It's a pretty melody to tell

To the boys of Falta y Resto and my life

That we always have to bet

Because life is one single game

If I could achieve one more instant to God Time

To make the farce stop in reality

I'd dress eternal clothing, lights and glitz

I'd paint my face and do again the role

The role, the role of the street Pierrot that drew

The smile that attracts joys of tender color

The clown who sings and laughs and can't stop his singing

Because his laughter is always a bet on the carnival

It's beautiful to bring to the neighborhood flowers of illusion

It's beautiful to find an applause after a song

It's beautiful to make the people happy over and over again

To turn on with smiles the lights of your interest

The clown who sings and laughs and can't stop God Momo

Because his laughter is always a bet on the carnival

• Artist:Canario Luna
• Album:Todo a Momo (1986)