Dragging the cards I saw you arrive;
The fire in your eyes burned the mat,
You played with your fingers, you cracked the crayons.
You are left-handed, you are a gambler, you are impeccable.
You never carried weapons or anything.
The cards were your protective shield,
Your way of playing was impenetrable.
You are left-handed, you are a gambler, you are impeccable.
Money. Gunpowder, words, salon perfumes.
Don't go out... Oh, don't go out!!!
A shot that hits your belt, your silver buckle.
How lucky you are, gambler.
How lucky you are, gambler.

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