Cambalache

That the world was and will be a piece of crap
I know it
In fifteen ten
And in two thousand as well!
That there have always been thieves
Machiavellians and swindled
Happy and bitter
Values and double-cross
But that the twentieth century
Is a display
Of insolent evil
Yes, no one can deny it
We live rolled around
In a meringue

In the same mud
All groped

Today it turns out that it's the same
To be honest as a traitor!
Ignorant, wise, thief
Pretentious, swindler!
Everything is the same!
Nothing is better!
The same a donkey
As a great professor!
There are no postponements
Or hierarchy
The immoral ones
Have made us all the same
If one lives in deceit
And another thrives in 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 Toscanini, there goes Scarface and Napoleon
Yatasto and La Mignon
Carnera and San Martin
Just like in the disrespectful shop window
Of the barter
Life has been mixed
And wounded by a sword without rivets
You see the Bible cry
Next to 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'll meet up
Don't think anymore
Get out of the way
Because no one cares
If you were born honest!
If it's the same to work
Night and day like an ox
As the one who lives off the mines
As the one who kills, the one who cures
Or is outside the law