Cambalache

That the world was and will be a piece of crap
I already know
In fifteen hundred and six
And in two thousand as well!
That there have always been thieves
Machiavellians and swindled
Happy and bitter
Values and doubles
But that the twentieth century
Is a display
Of insolent evil
There is no one who can deny it
We live rolled in a meringue
And in the same mud
All handled

Today it turns out that it's the same
To be honest as a traitor!
Ignorant, wise, thief
Generous or swindler!
Everything is the same! Nothing is better!
The same a donkey
As a great professor!
There are no failures or ranks
The immoral have made us equal
If one lives in deceit
And another steals in his ambition
It doesn't matter if it's a priest
Mattress maker, king of clubs
Cheeky or stowaway

What a lack of respect
What an outrage to reason!
Anyone is a gentleman!
Anyone is a thief!
Mixed with Stavisky goes Don Bosco
And La Mignon
Don Chicho and Napoleon
Carnera and San Martin
Just like in the disrespectful shop window
Of the barter
Life has been mixed
And wounded by a sword without a hilt
You see the Bible crying
Against a water heater

Twentieth century, barter
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 will meet!
Don't think anymore
Sit on the side
Because no one cares
If you were born honest
That the one who works
Night and day, like an ox
Is the same as the one who lives off others
The one who kills or the one who cures
Or is outside the law