Bronca

For following my conscience
I'm fine in the palm tree
Without a penny in my wallet
And with a reputation as a guy

This is the modern era
Where the criminal triumphs
And the one who wants to be decent
Belongs to the time of Columbus

Courtesy is out of fashion
There are no manners with the ladies
Gray hairs are no longer respected
Nor the laws, nor the power
Decency was thrown in the trash can
And love for culture: It's all about groups, pure bluff!

What's happening in this country!
What's happening, my God!
Why are we falling so low?
What a cover-up they gave us
In '62, what's going on!?

What infernal sign drags him to pain
And not even among brothers do they understand in this atrocious confusion
If money is lacking, if there is no more loyalty
And our conscience is not worth much more
Darn, it makes me so angry!
To see so much injustice in humanity

To merge with whoever can is the latest slogan
And no one resigns themselves to being left without a job
Drugs, housing, smuggling are trafficked
Everyone barks for power! No one wants to work!

Thieves ride in cars, Satan is having a party
And behind the fanfare, the harlequin jumps and dances
It's time for the assault, go for it, they're easy targets!
And so he burns the laurels that we knew how to achieve