Locura
Mis queridos hermanos,
conciudadanos,
no importa cuanto tengan,
cuanto quieran, cuanto deban,
si ríen, si desesperan,
si caen o se levantan.
De cara hacia el futuro,
no tienen cara,
no tienen cura,
cantan a coro:
¡Locura,
locura,
locura!
¡Locura,
locura,
locura!
Cuentan las monedas
para no quedarse afuera,
una vez adentro
van a estar contentos.
De cara hacia el futuro,
no tienen cara,
no tienen cura,
cantan a coro:
¡Locura,
locura,
locura!
¡Locura,
locura,
locura!
Madness
My dear brothers,
Fellow citizens,
No matter how much they have,
How much they want, how much they owe,
If they laugh, if they despair,
If they fall or get up.
Facing the future,
They have no face,
They have no cure,
They sing in unison:
Madness,
Madness,
Madness!
Madness,
Madness,
Madness!
They count the coins
So as not to be left out,
Once inside
They will be happy.
Facing the future,
They have no face,
They have no cure,
They sing in unison:
Madness,
Madness,
Madness!
Madness,
Madness,
Madness!