Nunca Es Igual

The gaucho wakes up in the morning
And looks at the horizon again
He hasn't slept for a week
Lost a girl with Lebanese red

What's happening?
Something is changing
He was always the one turning off the light
What's happening?
Old Armando shouts
While cheating in the card game

How green it dawns with Maria
How easy the future seems
When the gaucho greets the new day
How good, today he will eat

Poor farm animals
They lack the main food
The cow that gives chocolate
Only has commercial chocolate left

What's happening?
Something is changing
He was always the one turning off the light
What's happening?
Old Armando shouts
While cheating in the card game

How green was my valley when there was
A girl always in my room
Yes, the bed is never empty
But it's not the same, it's never the same

What's happening?
Something is changing
He was always the one turning off the light
What's happening?
Old Armando shouts
And cheats in the card game

It seems that no evil can resist
A lot of sleep and fasting
They tell us to do other things
And especially
To look at certain liquids
Periodically, regularly

But I don't know any evil that resists
Twenty hours of sleep and a prudent fast
Fasting means, for example
Having gazpacho and white garlic soup
And in winter stews with plenty of bacon, and bread
And realizing that not always

When one thinks they are going to die
And they are exhausted
One dies and then if we are afraid
We don't avoid the pain
But we anticipate it, I mean
To keep on living, sometimes just to be healthy

Let's get check-ups
We worry because a spot has appeared
A pain, our goal is to live a long time
And of course, deep down we don't aim to live a long time
We aim to live, we aim to live
If one tries to live a long time, day by day

You can poison yourself quite a bit
But if one doesn't try to take care of themselves, it's not a good plan either
One confuses bravery with recklessness
Earns large amounts of pain
So it's very delicate
They tell of Alexander that once
He entered a tumultuous river in India
All muddy
Chasing the army that fought with him
And when they were halfway
The horses lost their footing
Those waters were freezing
And he turned to his companions and said
Damn it
Do you realize the things I have to do
For you to respect me?
That happens rarely now, that happens rarely now
Respect, respect, respect