Cambalache

That the world was and will be
A piece of crap, I know it
In fifteen-six
And in two thousand, too
That there have always been crooks
Machiavellians and swindled
Happy and bitter
Barons and doubles

But that the twentieth century
Is a display
Of insolent evil
No one can deny it
We live rolled in a meringue
And in the same mud
All handled

Today it turns out that it's the same
To be honest or a traitor
Ignorant, wise or a crook
Generous or a swindler
Everything is the same!
Nothing is better!
The same a donkey
As a great professor

There are no postponements or rank
The ignorant have made us equal
If one lives in imposture
And another steals in ambition
It doesn't matter if it's a priest
Mattress maker, King of Clubs
Cheeky or stowaway

What a lack of respect
What an outrage to reason!
Anyone is a gentleman
Anyone is a thief
Mixed with Stravinsky
Goes Don Bosco and La Mignon
Don Chicho and Napoleon
Carnera and San Martin

Just like in the disrespectful
Showcase
Of the barter
Life has been mixed
And wounded by a saber without rivet
You see the Bible crying
Next to a water heater

Twentieth century, barter
Problematic and feverish
He who doesn't cry doesn't get fed
And he who doesn't hustle is a fool
Go ahead, just do it!
Go ahead, let's go!
That there in the Oven
We'll meet!

Don't think anymore, sit on the side
Because no one cares if you were born honest
It's the same for the one who works
Night and day like an ox
As for the one who lives off others
The one who kills, the one who cures
Or is outside the law