Balada Inculta

No, it's clear there's no level, they won't give us anything
the culture or the one who gave birth to it
Damn!! Men of knowledge, go to hell
You can't justify your immorality
it's a disease you can't cure
And you won't convince us
we know each other well, you can try but you do it very badly

Hey! Your Superiority
prodigy of humility has me thrilled

You're disgusting, what are you going to do
all your culture doesn't even scratch my skin
it's rotten, it's a damn
Insult to good taste
Everything is brown and very brown
in the garbage planet the clean ones
secure their businesses thanks to love and prayer
Is there a level or no level?
na ra na na na na
na ra na na na na
your culture is for the fools