No Hay Plata
Willy Bronca
No Money
Unfortunately, unfortunately, I have to tell you there's no money
No money, no money, my friend
Unless you're a cop, politician, or landowner
Unless you're one of the few entrepreneurs
Who with a single action bankrupted an entire country
I grew up without money, I move without money
I think it would be nice to try something new one day
I don't know, like power to the people for example
To start with, to know an honest leader
Rich people with empathy and combative majorities
Because a poor right-winger is another poor person without rights
Everything has a price and foolish is the one who pays
I would like those who sank us to pay the same
I would like to wake up knowing that my society has become a little more collectivist
That an artist is well paid
But it seems that my utopia is a nightmare
In the disturbed and anarcho-capitalist minds haha
If that exists (it exists)
Call it whatever you want, for me it's the same joke
They come, take on debt, privatize, you saw them
After so many deaths, I don't understand how they are chosen
And there's no money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
Money money money
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money no
Total destruction of the national industry
Sale of territory and capital flight
Police violence in the style of Patricia Bullrich
With a bit of Governor Gerardo Morales
Immoral soldiers, countless conflicts
Increase in unemployment and corrupt like Insaurralde
You pay for that adjustment, he pays for that, I pay for that
Everyone pays, except the entrepreneurs and rulers
You can make a mistake once, twice, three, four, five, six
And on the seventh chance, but if there's an eighth, that's it
That's not a mistake, it's stupidity
I'm fed up and my level of aggressiveness
Grows alongside so much need
If adversity is here, I invite you to be on the cool side
Because those lame alliances without money will break
And there's no money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
Money money money
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money no
Electricity went up, gas went up
Rice went up, oil went up
Milk and bread also went up
Water, noodles, detergent, and something else went up
Everything went up, but everything, except what you earn
That's how they use us
That's how they expel you
State abandonment, unfinished works
I rot it without asking permission or apologies
I look for those responsible, not a factory of excuses
There's money for trolls, but not for the Inadi
There's no money for a dining hall, but there is for 100 cobanis
There's money to stroll through Venice, Madrid, or Paris
There's no money because this bunch of thieves has it
It must be that inflation, stagflation
Recession, and even pollution, all of that is Lali's fault
They reported Dillom, they go after Mari
And here I still wait for Macri to be arrested
They won with the discourse of being anti-establishment
Because the people, fed up, shouted enough
Then they screw everything up when the country is auctioned off
Under the excuse that there's no money
And there's no money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
Money money money
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money, no
No money, my friend
No money no