Julio Iglesias
Julio Iglesias - Cambalache English translation lyrics
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Horse trading
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 What a repel to reason! 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.
Cambalache
Que el mundo fue y sera una porqueria, ya lo se En el quinientos seis y en el dos mil también Que siempre ha habido chorros, maquiavelos y estafaos, contentos y amargaos, valores y dublés Pero que el siglo veinte 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, chorro, generoso o estafador Todo es igual! Nada es mejor Lo mismo un burro que un gran profesor! No hay aplazaos ni escalafon, los inmorales nos han igualao. Si uno vive en la impostura y otro roba en su ambicion, da lo mismo que sea cura, colchonero, rey de bastos, caradura o polizon Que falta de respeto, que atropello a la razon Cualquiera es un señor Cualquiera es un ladron Mezclao con Stavisky va Don Bosco y "La Mignon," Don Chicho y Napoleon, 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 llorar la Biblia contra un calefon. 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. Que es lo mismo el que labura noche y dia, como un buey que el que vive de los otros, que el que mata o el que cura o esta fuera de la ley.
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- Country: Spain
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