¿Por Qué Los Ricos?

They go to their schools to play
With the priests with the nuns
Of charity
With their bodies full of food
They grow up like Europeans
Blond and robust

They take away our path to university
Fill their notebooks with unmatched grades
Their heads know everything there is
To answer

And in the numbered schools
They teach us humility and resignation
They explain to us that it is unnecessary
To even try to think about being a professional

Your education is garbage
With those grades, I wouldn't even try
Dedicate yourself to being a thief, lazy, or a slave
And never try to understand

Why, why the rich?
Why, why the rich?
They have the right to have such a good time
They have the right to have such a good time
Why, why the rich?
Why, why the rich?
They have the right to have such a good time
If they are as stupid as the poor

There they go crossing their city
Ticketing in their cars
Or in their dad's
Enjoying their youth
The right of heirs
Of the owners of South America

Sometimes some want to equalize
They form entities, play at fighting
Of excluded or prisoners
And intellectuals
And everything remains the same
Just the same

Why, why the rich?
Why, why the rich?
They have the right to have such a good time
They have the right to have such a good time
Why, why the rich?
Why, why the rich?
They have the right to have such a good time
If they are so stupid
If they are so stupid
If they are so stupid

And those above continue
And those below continue
And no one wants to see an end
If those below believe
What those above say
Who can I trust?
Maybe in the end, it won't matter to me

Tell me why?
So many Mercedes so much food
So many words, so many lies