Paroles et traduction Barilari - Cambalache

Cambalache

Que el mundo fue y será una porqueria, ya lo sé
En el 506 y en el 2000 también
Que siempre ha habido chorros, maquiavelos y estafao'
Contentos y amarga'os, varones y dublé

Pero que el siglo 20 es un despliegue de maldad insolente
Ya no hay quien lo niegue
Vivimos revolca'os en un merengue
Y en un mismo lodo, todos manosea'os

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

Y no hay aplasa'os, ¿qué va a haber?, ni escalafón
Los ignorantes nos han iguala'o
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
Mezcla'os con Stravinsky, va Don Bosco y La Mignón
Don Chicho y Napoléon, Carnera y San Martín

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

Siglo 20, 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 la'o
Que a nadie le importa si naciste honra'o

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

Cambalache

That the world was and will be a mess, I already know, darling.
In '506 and in 2000 as well, my love.
That there have always been crooks, Machiavellians, and swindlers, sweetheart.
Happy and bitter, men and doubles, my dear.

But that the 20th century is a display of insolent evil, honey,
There's no denying it anymore, my sweet.
We live wallowing in a meringue, precious,
And in the same mud, all groped, my love.

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

And there are no downtrodden, what's there going to be? No hierarchy, precious.
The ignorant have made us equals, my sweet.
If one lives in imposture and another steals in his ambition, honey,
It's all the same whether he's a priest, a mattress maker, a king of clubs, darling.
Cheeky or stowaway, my dear.

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 Mignon, precious.
Don Chicho and Napoleon, Carnera and San Martín, my sweet.

Just like in the disrespectful window, honey,
Of the junk shops, life has been mixed up, darling.
And wounded by a saber without rivets, my dear,
You see the Bible crying next to the water heater, my love.

20th century, problematic and feverish junk shop, precious.
He who doesn't cry doesn't suckle and he who doesn't steal is a fool, my sweet.
Give it to me, just give it to me, honey,
That over there in the oven we're going to meet, darling.
Don't think anymore, sit down on the side, my dear,
Because nobody cares if you were born honest, my love.

It's the same whoever works, precious,
Night and day like an ox, my sweet.
Than the one who lives off the mines, honey,
Than the one who kills, than the one who heals, darling.
He's not outside the law, my dear.