Eche 20 centavos en la ranura

Despite the dirty and dark room full of people and bright lamps
If you want to see life through rose-colored glasses, drop 20 cents in the slot
And don't set your eyes on that beautiful one who pouts with impure promises
If you want to see life through rose-colored glasses, drop 20 cents in the slot.

Pain kills, buddy, life is tough, life is tough
And since you have neither a home nor a wife, nor a wife
If you want to see life through rose-colored glasses, drop 20 cents in the slot.

A hundred little lights. Marvel of acrobatic reflections.
Here there's women and chamomile. Here there's oblivion and here there's refreshments.
But above all, women for the men from the ports
Who pin their eyes on the dead eyes with pins.

Little theater props behind murky glass
There's a shady room of artificial paradises
Pictures, lights, little tunes, mystery of the private booths
Where the hallucinated sailors will sneak in.

And party, almost idiotic party, tragicomic and grotesque
But another remote hope of Arabian Nights life.
How lovely it is to go see the woman, the biggest woman in the world
Enter with a deep fear thinking of Bodelaire's giantess.

We'll deceive ourselves, no doubt, if naked never too naked
If bearded never too bearded will be the woman...
And in that moment of deep fear how lovely it is to go see the woman, the biggest woman
in the world and don't be bothered buddy life is tough, little joy with philosophy.

If you want to see life through rose-colored glasses, drop 20 cents in the slot.