Ladrones
Ellos dicen que son capaces de acabar al fin con sus dramas,
no lo piensan más y lo hacen, ya no hay marcha atrás están jugados,
Hoy tendrán dinero o un balazo, que los libre al fin del fracaso,
hoooooo..............hooooooooooo............
Bien armados entran al banco, gritando esto es un asalto,
tomán el botín y se largan, creyendo que estaban a salvo,
pero afuera estaban esperándolos y sin voz de alto los matan
Cuanta injusticia que hay, cuanta injusticia
Cuanta injusticia que hay, cuanta injusticia
Hay otro ladròn es el Estado,
el usa un traje sport y tiene un guante blanco,
él no roba a algunos, él nos roba a todos
él deja un tendal a su paso.
Una firma y miles mueren y otros miles quedan sin trabajo
Él nunca va preso ni es baleado, el es un señor, el Estado
Cuanta injusticia que hay, cuanta injusticia
Pobre Argentina, pobre Argentina
Thieves
They say they are capable of ending their dramas at last,
they don't think twice and do it, there's no turning back, they're all in,
Today they'll have money or a gunshot, to finally be free from failure,
hoooooo..............hooooooooooo............
Well armed, they enter the bank, shouting this is a robbery,
they take the loot and run, thinking they were safe,
but outside they were waiting for them, and without a warning shot, they kill them
So much injustice there is, so much injustice
So much injustice there is, so much injustice
There's another thief, it's the State,
he wears a sports suit and has a white glove,
he doesn't steal from some, he steals from all of us,
he leaves a trail of destruction in his wake,
One signature and thousands die, and thousands more are left without a job,
He never goes to jail or gets shot, he's a gentleman, the State
So much injustice there is, so much injustice
Poor Argentina, poor Argentina