Ya Vendrán Tiempos Mejores

I know you're feeling down
And you're lamenting
'Cause your wallet's feeling empty.
I know you're getting bitter
And you're poisoning yourself
'Cause poverty's got you in its grip.
Don't lose your footing
And keep the faith
'Cause after the storm comes the calm.
And if you see it raining
Open your umbrella
And wait by the fig tree
For the waters to recede.
This crisis we're in
Is 'cause the thief
Has the upper hand and nothing more.

Better times will come!
Don't be sad, darling!
Better times will come!
And you'll have your permanent
Your fancy cologne
And your daily movie fix.
And you'll see the cash
Rolling in your pockets.
We'll pay off our debts
And set up a dining hall.
Better times will come!
Don't be sad, darling!
When?
When there’s no bill collector around.

If you have love
Life and youth
Why are you always feeling sorry for yourself?
Why do you complain
If you have health
And there's breath in your lungs?
Never get stuck
If you're feeling low
And calm down that chatter.
Don't dirty your smile
With melancholy
Or stain your life with dark colors.
And pawn it all
If you're in a bind
But don’t pawn your joy.