Qué Sapa Señor?
Enrique Santos Discépolo
What's Up, Sir?
The earth is cursed
And love with the flu, in bed.
People at war shout,
Boil, kill, break and roar.
The man has been dizzy
By the smoke, when burning,
And now confused
He doesn't know where he's going.
He turns what he sees
For the sake of turning,
But without conviction or faith.
Today everyone complains
And it's because man walks without a cave,
He turned the old house
Before building the new one...
He thought it was a matter
Of rising and nothing else,
Breaking what is sacred,
Killing what he adored,
He didn't see that despite himself
He wasn't prepared
And he just got tangled up
When jumping.
What's up, sir...
That everything is madness!...
The kids are already born
By correspondence,
And they peek out of the envelope
Knowing how to steal...
The kings trembling
Shuffle the deck
Looking for a
