Cambalache

The world has always been and will be a piece of crap, I know it,
In fifteen-six and in two thousand as well;
There have always been thieves, scammers, and scammed ones,
Happy and bitter, values and double-crossed

But the twentieth century is a display
Of insolent evil, no one can deny it,
We live rolling around in a mess
And in the same mud, we're all groped

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

There are no postponements or hierarchy,
The immoral have made us all the same...
If one lives in deceit
And another strives in ambition,
It doesn't matter if they're a priest,
Mattress maker, king of clubs, swindler, or stowaway.

What a lack of respect, what an outrage to reason!
Anyone is a gentleman, anyone is a thief!
Mixed with Stavisky go Don Bosco and La Mignon,
Don Chicho and Napoleon, Carnera and San Martin.
Just like in the disrespectful shop window
Life has been mixed in the swap meets,
And wounded by a sword without a hilt
You see the Bible cry against a water heater.

Twentieth century, swap meet, 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 in the oven, we'll find you!
Don't think anymore, throw yourself to the side,
Because no one cares if you were born honest!
If it's the same to work
Night and day like an ox
As it is to live off the mines,
To kill or to heal
Or to be outside the law.