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In an exact photo from the newspaper,
Mr. Minister of the impossible,
I saw in full laughter and in full euphoria
and in full joy his simple face.
I'll be curious, Mr. Minister,
What are you laughing at?
What are you laughing at?

From your window you can see the square
The slum is not visible.
Your children have eyes of command
but others have a sad look.
Here on the street things happen
that can't even be said
Students and workers
put the dots on the i's
That's why I say, Mr. Minister,
What are you laughing at?
What are you laughing at?

You know better than anyone
the bitter law of these countries.
You, harsh with our people,
why are you so servile with others?
How they betray the heritage
while the gringo charges us triple.
How they betray, you and the others,
the sycophants and the servile.
That's why I say, Mr. Minister,
What are you laughing at?
What are you laughing at?

Here on the street your guards kill
and those who die are humble people.
And those who die are humble people
and those who remain, crying with anger,
surely think of revenge.
There in the jungle your men make
man suffer and that is useless.
After all, you are the main mast
of a ship that is sinking.
That's why I say, Mr. Minister,
What are you laughing at?
What are you laughing at?

I'll be curious, Mr. Minister,
What are you laughing at?