Cambalache

The world was and will be crap, I already know
In five hundred and six and in two thousand too
that there have always been jets
Machiavell them and scam them
Happy and bitter, values and dublé
But the twentieth century is an unfolding
There is no longer anyone who denies that he is insolent evil
We live wallowing in a meringue
And in the same mud everyone gropes

Today it turns out that it is the same to be right as to be a traitor
Ignorant, wise, squirt, generous, swindler
Everything is the same, nothing is better
A donkey is the same as a great teacher!
There are no postponements or ladders
The immoral have made us equal
If one lives in imposture
And another steals in his ambition
It doesn't matter if it's a cure
Colchonero, king of clubs
Cheat or stowaway

What a lack of respect, what an attack on reason!
Anyone is a lord, anyone is a thief!
Mix it up with Stavisky van Don Bosco and La Mignon
Don Chicho and Napoleon, Carnera and San Martín
Just like in the disrespectful window
Life has been mixed up from the trades
And wounded by a sword without a rivet
See the Bible cry against a heater
Twentieth century, trade, problematic and feverish
He who does not cry does not suck and he who does not strive is an idiot
Just give it, let it go
That there in the oven we are going to find
Don't think anymore, sit down at a lao'
That no one cares if you were born honorable'
It's the same as the one who works
Night and day like an ox
May he who lives off others
That he who kills or he who heals
Or is it outside the law?