Lyrics Tango Cambalache
Enrique Santos Discepolo
That the
world was and will be crap, I already know
In 506
and in 2000 too
That
there have always been jets, Machiavellian and scammers
Happy and
bitter, values and doubles
But that
the twentieth century is a display
Of
insolent evil, there is no one to deny it
We live
wallowed in a meringue
And in
the same mud all groped
Today it
turns out that it is the same to be straight as a traitor
Ignorant,
wise, jet, generous, swindler
Everything
is the same, nothing is better
The same
a donkey as a great teacher
There are
no postponements, nor rank
The
immoral have equalized us
If one
lives in the imposture
And
another steals in his ambition
It
doesn't matter if it's a cure
Mattress,
king of clubs
cheeky or
stowaway
what a
lack of respect
What a
violation of reason
anyone is
a sir
anyone is
a thief
Mixed
with Stavisky
Van Don
Bosco and the Mignon
Carnera
and Napoleon
Don
Chicho and San Martin
Just like
in the disrespectful window
of the
exchanges
Life has
been mixed
And
wounded by a saber without rivets
You see
the Bible cry against a water heater
Twentieth
century, exchange, problematic and feverish
The one
who doesn't cry, doesn't suck, and the one who doesn't worry is a gil
Give it
no more, give it go
That
there in the oven we are going to find
Don't
think anymore, sit aside
That
nobody cares if you were born honest
What is
the same as the one who works
Night and
day like an ox
That the
one who lives from the others
That the
one who kills or the one who heals
Or is he
outlaw
We live
wallow in a meringue
And in
the same mud all groped
Written by: Enrique Santos Discépolo.
With affection,
Ruben
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