Qué vachaché

Get out of here, don't come back in your life
You already have me really in love
I can't go on without food anymore
I don't even want to hear you say such nonsense like that
Don't you realize that you're a fool?
Do you think you're going to fix the world?
If here, not even God rescues what is lost!
What do you want? Please!

What is needed is to pack a lot of money
Sell your soul, raffle off your heart
Throw away the little decency you have left
Silver, lots of silver, and silver again
This is how you can eat every day
You have friends, a house, a name, and whatever you want
True love drowned in the soup
The belly is queen and money is God

But don't you see, slicked-back Otario?
That the one with the most money is right?
That honesty is sold in cash
And they give morality for pennies?
There is no truth that can resist
Against two pesos in national currency?
You turn out, -playing the moralist
A costume... Without carnival

Jump into the river! Don't mess with your conscience!
You are a drier that does not make people laugh
Give me a stew, keep your decency
Wind and more wind! I want to live!
What is my fault if you have taken life seriously?
You are an idiot, you swallow air and you have no mattress
What a joke? Today, judgment is dead!
Jesus is worth the same as the thief