Cambalache

That the world was and will be a piece of shit
I already know
In five hundred and ten
And in two thousand too!
There have always been jets
Machiavellis and scammers
Happy and bitter
Values and dublé
But the twentieth century
It is a deployment
Of insolent wickedness
Yeah, there's no one who denies it
We live in chaos
In a meringue

In the same mud
All groped

Today it turns out that it is the same
Be right, that traitor!
Ignorant, wise, thief
Pretentious, scammer!
It's all the same!
Nothing is better!
Same as a donkey
What a great teacher!
There are no postponements, there won't be any!
No ranking
The immoral ones
They have equaled us
If one lives in imposture
And another strives in his ambition
It doesn't matter if he is a priest
Colchonero, King of Clubs
Cheeky guy or stowaway!

What a lack of respect, what an outrage!
To reason!
Anyone is a gentleman!
Anyone is a thief!
Mixed with Toscanini, there is Scarface and Napoleon
Don Bosco and the Mignon
Carnera and San Martin
Just like in the disrespectful window
Of the bartering
Life has been mixed up
And wounded by a saber without rivets
You see the Bible crying
Next to a water heater

Twentieth century, a mess
Troubled and feverish!
He who does not cry does not suck
And he who does not steal is a fool!
Just go for it!
Come on, here you go!
That there in the oven
We will meet!
Don't think about it anymore
Sit on one side
That nobody cares
If you were born honorable!
If it is the same who works
Night and day like an ox
That he who lives from the mines
That he who kills, that he who heals
Or it is outside the law