Julio Iglesias - Cambalache
Que el mundo fue y sera una porqueria,
ya lo s...
En el quinientos seis
y en el dos mil tambin!
Que siempre ha habido chorros,
maquiavelos y estafaos,
contentos y amargaos,
varones y dubl....
Pero que el siglo veinte
es un despliegue
de maldad insolente
ya no hay quien lo niegue.
Vivimos revolcaos en un merengue
y en el mismo lodo
todos manoseaos...
Hoy resulta que es lo mismo
ser derecho que traidor!...
Ignorante, sabio, chorro
generoso o estafador!...
Todo es igual! Nada es mejor!
Lo mismo un burro
que un gran profesor!
No hay aplazaos ni escalafn,
los inmorales nos han igualao.
Si uno vive en la impostura
y otro roba en su ambicin,
da lo mismo que sea cura,
colchonero, rey de bastos,
caradura o polizn ...
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qu atropello a la razn!
Cualquiera es un seor!
Cualquiera es un ladrn!
Mezclao con Stavisky va Don Bosco
y "La Mignon"
Don Chio y Napolen,
Carnera y San Martin...
Igual que en la vidriera irrespetuosa
de los cambalaches
se ha mezclao la vida
y herida por un sable sin remache
ves llorarla Biblia
contra un calefn.
Siglo veinte cambalache
problematico y febril!
El que no llora no mama
y el que no afana es un gil.
Dale nomas! dale que va!
Que alla en el horno
nos vamo a encontrar!
No pienses mas,
sentate a un lao.
Que a nadie importa
si naciste honrao.
Es lo mismo el que labura
noche y dia, como un buey,
que el que vive de los otros,
que el que mata, que el que cura,
o esta fuera de la ley.
Julio Iglesias - Horse trading (Английский перевод)
That the world was and will be a mess
I do know by now...
In fivehundred-six
And also in two thousand!
There were always thieves
Machiavellies and betrayers
Happy and bitter people
Noble men and twice
But the twentieth century
Is a pest
Of impertinent evil
Nobody denies it anymore
We're living broken in cotton wool
And in the same garbage
We're all touched
Today it is the same to be
Right than to be traitor!
Ignorant, wise man, thief
Generous man or betrayer!
It's all the same! Nothing is better!
A donkey is just the same
As a great professor!
There are no delays nor promotions
The immortals are just like us.
Whether you live without position
Or another one robbs in his ambition
It's the same whether you're a priest
A cotton picker, the king of proletes
A hooligan or a policeman.
What a lack of respect
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Everyone's a Lord!
Everyone's a robber!
Mixed up with Stavisky goes Don Bosco
And "La Mignon"
Don Chio and Napoleon
Carnera and Saint Martin
Like in the unrespectful showcase
Of horse trading
Life mixed itself up
And the wound of a sable without sheath
You can see the Bible cry
Against a heater.
Horse trading twentieth century
Full of problems and fevering
Who doesn't cry doesn't feed
And whoever doesn't work hard is a weirdo
Don't give us more! Make it go away!
Because there in the oven
We'll meet!
Stop thinking
Sit down at my side
Because nobody cares
Whether you were born in honour
The one who works day and night
Like an ox is just the same
As the one who lives off the others
And as the one who kills, or the one who heals
Or the one who is beyond the law.