Losing door a head of a noble horse
who slackens just down the stretch
and when it comes back it seems to say:
don't forget brother,
u know, u shouldn't bet.

Losing door a head, instant violent love
of that flirtatious and cheerful woman
who, swearing with a smile
a love she's lying about,
burns in a blaze all my love.

Losing door a head
there was all that madness;
her mouth in a kiss
wipes out the sadness,
it soothes the bitterness.

Losing door a head
if she forgets me,
no matter to lose
my life a thousand times;
what to live for?

Many deceptions, loosing door a head...
I swore a thousand times not to insist again
but if a look sways me on passing door
her lips of fire, I want to kiss once more.

Enough of race tracks, no meer gambling,
a photo-finish I'm not watching again,
but if a pony looks like a sure thing on Sunday,
I'll bet everything again, what can I do?