La Carencia

In the morning I wake up
I don't feel like going to work.
I get on the van, I'm observing
That everyone starts passing by.

On the avenue it circulates
The working soul of my city.
People who are always working
And their rest is used to dream.

After eight hours of working
Hopelessness is felt at home,
Because with the daily grind
It's not enough to progress.

And so decades have passed,
Because in a globalized world
The poor people have no place.

And the lack, up!
And the salaries, down!
With what I earn in this company
It's not enough to eat.

And the lack, up!
And the salaries down!
And I tell my Teresa:
I'm not going to resign.

And the lack, up!
And the salaries, down!
With what I earn in this company
It's not enough to eat.

And the lack, up!
And the salaries, down!
And I tell my Teresa:
Come, let's go dance because...

Here comes antidoping.
Here comes the salary.
Here comes Santa Sabina.
Here comes the damn one.
Here come the ones below.
Here comes the hall.
Here comes...
Who comes.

Here comes the chili that keeps you
And entertains you in bed
And you retain it in your mouth.
Better bring your partner
And whisper in their ear
So they move their waist
And get the heat
And after the rubbing
She won't want anything
And she'll tell you: no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, nooooooo!

Down! (16x)
Up! (16x)
Jump! (15x)