Qué vachaché

Get out of here, don't come back in your life.
You have me really, really in love.
I can't stand it anymore without food
or hearing you like this, saying so much nonsense.
Don't you realize you're a con artist?
Do you think you're going to fix the world?
Here, not even God rescues what's lost!
What do you want? Do me a favor!

What's needed is to pack a lot of money,
sell your soul, gamble your heart,
throw away the little decency you have left...
Money, money, money and money again...
That way you can eat every day,
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, foolish flag-waver,
that the one with the most money is right?
That honesty is sold for cash
and morality is given away for coins?
That there's no truth that can resist
in the face of two national currency pesos?
You end up - playing the moralist -
disguised... without a carnival...

Throw yourself in the river! Don't mess with your conscience!
You're a sponge that doesn't make anyone laugh.
Give me stew, keep your decency...
Money, money and money! I want to live!
What fault is it of mine if you've taken life seriously?
You act like a sucker, you eat air and you don't have a mattress...
What a mess? Today reason has died!
Jesus is worth the same as the thief...