Que Salte La Banca

Let the Bank Jump

It's a special afternoon,
Don't miss it for anything.
Today treasures are discovered,
Behind friendly lingerie.
Add your voice to this choir,
That intoxicates the roses.
That saturates with its truth,
The famished souls.
It's how you dream it,
It will unleash your nirvana.
I fasten to your chest the appearance
Of those who go ahead.
Since it has turned its back on you,
The one in the nefarious box.
Usually displays the truth with a covered face.
Rigor will sprout in the bosom,
Of the little hole we all know.
No matter if it hurts, if fear intimidates.
Your dismissal is the dream of a few fools.
Join in to stick your finger up the ass,
Of the scoundrel who wants to mess up your future.
Let's raise the flags, let the teeth grind,
Let the tyrant feel the insurgent rage.
The dawn is coming, eve of the caravan.
You're going to curse without restraint
The one who clouds your mornings,
Who believes himself supreme and is the lackey of lies
Truly responsible for the Argentine misery.
The sun has already set,
But left its strength.
We must copy that vigor,
That with balls reaches us
To dance to destiny,
That put on the anti-party.
Without understanding the cretin,
Who never silences our orchestra.
Even though we have lost everything up to here,
We will turn the tide somehow.
No matter if it hurts, if fear intimidates,
Your dismissal is the dream of a few fools.
Join in to stick your finger up the ass,
Of the scoundrel who wants to mess up your future.
Let's stain his coat, let's anchor the anchor,
May the rag triumph,
Let the bank jump.