Lyrics and translation Oscar Chavez - Salario Minimo

Salario Minimo

¿Qué vamos a hacer con este gobierno?
Ni el diablo los quiere allá en el infierno
Y cada 6 años se avientan la bola
Pa′ que vengas otros a mover la cola

Hacen elecciones disque pa' votar
Pero ya sabemos que el PRI va a ganar
Hay otros partidos que quieren el hueso
Pero el PRI los tiene del puro pescuezo

Hay un tal "Fidel", viejo camaleón
Ese se conserva en puro formol
Una cosa es cierta, tiene mucho aguante
Aunque tenga arrugas, más que un elefante

Pobres campesino, pobres los obreros
Son los más jodidos, no tienen dinero
Sin embargo hay otros que todo lo tienen
Son gobernadores que todo lo pueden

Todos suponemos que un buen presidente
Está con su pueblo, sirviendo a su gente
La verdad es otra, sirven puro cuerno
Por que el pueblo rinde tributo al gobierno

Cuando ya terminan llenos de harta maña
Ya que nos robaron se van para España
A uno que otro encierran, no tienen empacho
Solo pa′ taparle un ojito al macho

No se llenan nunca, ratas tan hambreadas
Sólo hay que cuidarse de una tarascada
Yo ya me despido, sólo les recuerdo
Que Dios nos proteja de nuestro gobierno

Minimum Wage

What are we going to do with this government woman?
Even the devil doesn't want them down in hell
And every six years they toss the ball
So you can come and wag your tail, darling

They hold elections they say so you can vote
But we already know that the PRI's gonna win
There are other parties who want the bone
But the PRI's got them by the neck, my dear

There's a certain "Fidel", an old chameleon
That one preserves himself in pure formaldehyde
One thing's for sure, he's got a lot of stamina
Even though he's got more wrinkles than an elephant

Poor peasants, poor workers
They're the most screwed, they have no money
However, there are others who have everything
They're governors who can do anything they want

We all suppose that a good president, love
Is with his people, serving his people
The truth is something else, they serve nothing but trouble
Because the people pay tribute to the government

When they're finally finished, full of dirty tricks
Since they've robbed us, they go off to Spain
They throw one or two in jail, they're not ashamed
Just to pull the wool over our eyes

They're never satisfied, those hungry rats
We just have to watch out for a scratch
I'm saying goodbye now, I just want to remind you, my dear
That God protect us from our government