Vida de Estafador
Las Pastillas del Abuelo
Life of a Con Artist
From a young age strumming
I discovered my calling
To sing and suffer, that's how I lived
Greed, ignorance, tragedy, and ambition
Friends, smoking
And enduring the ball
Rehearsal, study, and passion
Wishing for fifty
Hundreds, thousands, and a million
Throats to accompany my song
With nauseating arrangements
That go against reason
Pretentious, wise, thief, con artist
Nighttime entrepreneurs
Owners of information
Ready to profit from your sweat
State employees
Who don't fulfill their duty
Scamming inspectors
Unforgivable immorals
Today a hundred ghosts don't sleep
Since the Cromañón incident
Fuck the mother who bore them
And I have bad news for them
Because the life of a con artist
Has a ceiling and our dream
Will have ups and downs but no ceiling, sir
A bunch of ignoramuses ruling the nation
Today manage to censor our passion
Shielded by legalization laws
They put bands, they shut down the song
Today it turns out they've banned practicing my profession
It's the same to be an artist or a scammer
I have more work than anything else and sleep little for love
But see, I'm still a songwriter
And I have bad news for them
Because the life of a con artist
Has a ceiling and our dream
Will have ups and downs but no ceiling, sir
