Cambalache [English translation]

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.