Ya No Sos Igual (part. Die Toten Hosen & Trueno)

Carlos sold out to the neighborhood of Lanús
The neighborhood that saw him grow up
He never came back to Fabián's bar
And forgot about fighting on Sundays at the stadium
At night, he patrols the city
Bothering and picking up others

You're not the same anymore, you're not the same anymore
You're a Federal police snitch
You're a snitch, you're a snitch
You're a snitch, you're a snitch

Carlos let his mustache grow
And he has a 9mm, for himself
He never came back to Fabián's bar
And forgot about fighting on Sundays at the stadium
He knows very well that a bullet in the night
On the street awaits him

You're not the same anymore, you're not the same anymore
You're a Federal police snitch
You're a snitch, you're a snitch
You're a snitch, you're a snitch

You're a snitch
From the Federal Police
You're a snitch
From the Federal Police

You're not the same anymore, you're not the same anymore
You're a Federal police snitch
You're a snitch, you're a snitch
You're a snitch, you're a snitch