Cambalache

That the world was and will be a piece of crap, I already know
In fifteen-six and in two thousand as well
That there have always been thieves, Machiavellian and swindlers
Happy and bitter, values and doubles

But that the twentieth century is a display
Of insolent evil, no one can deny it
We live rolled in a meringue
And in the same mud, all groped

Today it turns out that it's the same to be honest as a traitor
Ignorant, wise, thief, generous, swindler
Everything is the same, nothing is better
The same a donkey as a great professor

There are no postponements, no ranking
The immoral have equalized us
If one lives in imposture
And another steals in his ambition
It's the same as if he's a priest
Mattress maker, king of clubs
Cheeky or stowaway

What a lack of respect
What a trampling of reason
Anyone is a gentleman
Anyone is a thief
Mixed with Stavisky
Go Don Bosco and Mignón
Carnera and Napoleon
Don Chicho and San Martín

Just like in the disrespectful shop window
Of the barter
Life has been mixed
And wounded by a saber without rivets
You see the Bible crying against a water heater

Twentieth century, barter, problematic and feverish
He who doesn't cry, doesn't get fed, and he who doesn't hustle is a fool
Go ahead, keep going
Because there in the oven we will meet
Don't think anymore, sit on the side
Because no one cares if you were born honest
That the same is the one who works
Night and day like an ox
That the one who lives off others
That the one who kills or cures
Or is outside the law

We live rolled in a meringue
And in the same mud, all groped