The Player - Bulldog

El dinero de una noche se le acabó

Y el señor remordimiento apareció

Entregado con el juego vino por él

Combinadas las materias para el placer

Fueron una, fueron veinte, fueron cien

Las jugadas bien planeadas, todas por él

Ordenado y bien prolijo para jugar

Pero nunca preparado para pagar

Por mas que no quiera

Su vida es cualquiera

Por mas que no deba

Jugar es su emblema

One night's money ran out

And mr. remorse appeared

Delivered with the game came for it

Combined materials for pleasure

They were one, they were twenty, they were a hundred

The well-planned plays, all for him

Tidy and neat to play

But never prepared to pay

As much as he doesn't want to

His life is anyone

As much as I shouldn't

Playing is his emblem