Lyrics and translation Barilari - Cambalache

Cambalache

Que el mundo fue y será una porquería, ya lo sé
En el 506 y en el 2000 también
Que siempre ha habido chorros, maquiavelos y estafaos
Contentos y amargaos, valores y doblé

Pero que el siglo XX es un despliegue
De maldad insolente, ya no hay quien lo niegue
Vivimos revolcaos en un merengue
Y en un mismo lodo, todos manoseaos

Hoy resulta que es lo mismo ser derecho que traidor
Ignorante, sabio o chorro, generoso estafador
Todo es igual, nada es mejor
Lo mismo un burro que un gran profesor

No hay aplazaos, ¡qué va a haber!, ni escalafón
Los ignorantes nos han igualao
Si uno vive en la impostura
Y otro roba en su ambición

Da lo mismo que sea cura, colchonero, rey de bastos
Caradura o polizón

¡Qué falta de respeto, qué atropello a la razón!
Cualquiera es un señor, cualquiera es un ladrón
Mezclao con Stravinsky, va Don Bosco y La Mignón
Don Chicho y Napoleón, Carnera y San Martín

Igual que en la vidriera irrespetuosa
De los cambalaches se ha mezclao la vida
Y herida por un sable sin remaches
Ves llorar la Biblia junto al calefón

Siglo XX, cambalache problemático y febril
El que no llora no mama y el que no afana es un gil

Dale nomás, dale que va
Que allá en el horno nos vamo'a encontrar
No pienses más, sentate a un lao
Que a nadie importa si naciste honrao

Es lo mismo el que labura
Noche y día como un buey
Que el que vive de las minas
Que el que mata, que el que cura
No está fuera de la ley

Gracias a todos
Muy buenas noches

Cambalache

That the world was and will be a mess, I already know, darling.
In '506 and in 2000 as well, sweetheart.
That there have always been crooks, Machiavellians, and the conned,
Happy and bitter, values and double-dealing, my love.

But that the 20th century is a display
Of insolent evil, no one can deny it anymore, honey.
We live wallowing in a meringue,
And in the same mud, all groped, my dear.

Today it turns out that being righteous is the same as being a traitor, beautiful.
Ignorant, wise or a thief, generous swindler, my love.
Everything is the same, nothing is better, sweetheart.
A donkey is the same as a great professor, darling.

There are no failures, how could there be!, nor ranking, my dear.
The ignorant have made us all equal, my love.
If one lives in imposture,
And another steals in his ambition, sweetheart.

It doesn't matter if he's a priest, a mattress maker, king of clubs, darling.
Brazen or stowaway, my love.

What a lack of respect, what an outrage to reason, sweetheart!
Anyone is a gentleman, anyone is a thief, my love.
Mixed with Stravinsky, there goes Don Bosco and La Mignón,
Don Chicho and Napoleon, Carnera and San Martín, darling.

Just like in the disrespectful window
Of the flea markets, life has been mixed up, sweetheart.
And wounded by a saber without rivets,
You see the Bible crying next to the water heater, my love.

20th century, problematic and feverish flea market, darling.
He who doesn't cry doesn't suckle, and he who doesn't steal is a fool, sweetheart.

Give it to me, just give it to me, my love.
That over there in the oven we're going to meet, darling.
Don't think anymore, sit down on the side, sweetheart.
That nobody cares if you were born honest, my love.

It's the same thing, the one who works, darling.
Night and day like an ox, sweetheart.
Than the one who lives off women, my love.
Than the one who kills, than the one who heals, darling.
He is not outside the law, sweetheart.

Thank you all, my loves.
Good night, sweethearts.