El sainete del diablo
Tango
Music: Franco Luciani
Lyrics: Alejandro Szwarcman
Fissurao, with a wine toraba,
in the ochava and rolling himself a cigarette
he murmured inwardly a failure
like someone who tells himself a pain...
I went over to see what that skinny guy lying on the sidewalk was saying
that skinny guy lying on the sidewalk
and astonished I realized that it was God
who was confessing with sorrow was God...
I don't know how to understand, as much as I want to
this farce of crooks and muleteers,
the usurer and his vile gold,
the bloodsucker and the servile,
the indecent... who lies and lies.
Look, don't you see, what a fool, what a poor fool!
the one who believed that the truth is in the newspapers.
What stupidity, how much wickedness!
The Earth is in liquidation
and man is at war with his own heart.
He who kills accuses you of being a murderer.
Of lazy, he who exploits others.
He who knows is taken for an idiot
and the donkey is dressed as a wise doctor.
If it seems like Sodom and Gomorrah
this vertigo of wrathful hatred,
the whole world mad with its cap
behind the horde, fighting with God...
That's why I'm lying on the sidewalk,
crucified for thirty measly coins.
Mandinga dances in the hallway,
if I ask for bread, they give me a penny!
Of justice...? There's no news!
But if a fool comes and sells Argentina
people run to the one who steals a chicken.
What stupidity, how much wickedness!
The Earth is in liquidation
and man is at war with his own heart.