Sr. Cobranza Bersuit Vergarabat (English Translation) Lyrics

I’m going to the kitchen, then to the dining room
I look at the magazines and the television
I move here, I move there
Norma Plá has to kill Cavallo
They come to me with chorizo but it will arrive soon
Cook Cavallo’s mother and father
And the children, if he has any
Or his friend the president, don’t even leave him his teeth
Because Menem, Menem, Menem wins
And let’s not talk nonsense, they are all traffickers
And if not the system what, and if not the system what, what
Don’t tell me they sustain themselves with the money of the poor
That only serves to maintain a few
They deal, they sell
And it’s just a figurine whoever is president
Because if Alfonsín was there, the one who deals is another fool
They are all bad drug dealers
If they catch you with a gram
After they set you up
The police come, you’re sure to go to jail
And so goes up, the scale, the price also rises
The revenge also rises
And now what, and now what?
They are all drug dealers and the president
Is the one who keeps our people calm
Carries money from laundering
Until the anger doesn’t boil over, the North won’t send sticks

Ay ay ay, uy uy uy
What do you say about the finger they stick in Jujuy?
Ay ay ay, uy uy uy
What do you say about the finger they stick in Jujuy?

It’s that Perro El Santillan
If they can’t overthrow him they’ll want to buy him
With speeches, if they fail
They are capable of giving shares to big merchants
That doesn’t matter, because Perro
Is leaving behind another little dog that sticks it to this system
The finger in the little butt and how it bleeds and it’s not the ass
But the one bleeding and writhing
It’s the big ass of this world
Goodbye to the Stalinist wall! The shitty democrats
And the pacifist assholes
They’re all drug dealers, all drug dealers, all drug traffickers
They transmit on loop
They’re paranoid from chaos
They chase you if you’re gay
They chase you if you’re poor
They chase you if you smoke
If you drink if you sell
If you smoke if you buy
A poor fool to make a living to eat
If you drink you sell you buy you smoke
And fuck off everyone
And now what, what do we have left?
Election or reelection for me it’s the same shit
Sons of bitches! In congress
Sons of bitches in the Pink House
And in all the ministries
Sons of bitches are falling
Who kick you

In the jungle gunshots are heard
They are the weapons of the poor
They are the screams of the Latino
They have the power and they are going to lose it
In the jungle gunshots are heard
They are the weapons of the poor
They are the screams of the Latino