La Calaca

Take care, gentlemen
Because death is ready
In the pantheon of sorrows
It already has a spot for us
For the composers
And one or another journalist
Graduates and doctors
Everyone is on his list

Tucu-tucu-tiki-taka
How ridiculous is death
When we least expect it
It makes us kick the bucket
I escaped from him once
But he almost caught me

Death does not teach about money
It makes no distinctions, either
The same fate befalls the poor man
As the rich with his millions
One goes in a gold casket
And the other one, purely in underwear
But after a little bit of time passes
They are both equally as bald

Tucu-tucu-tiki-taka
How ridiculous is death
Weak ones and powerful ones
No one escapes from death
We arrive at the same ending
In a bag or in a sack

I knew a merchant
Good for stealing from the client
The items that were worth five
He always charged them twenty
But he died of cold
Poor thing, suddenly
They sent him to hell
So that the devil can keep him warm

Tucu-tucu-tiki-taka
How ridiculous is death
To all those expensive ones
Take them with a tie
Undesirable users
All suck like ticks

The worker earns his bread
With the sweat of his brow
So that his children may eat
Even though it's not enough
While many abusers
All live violating the laws
Earning what they want
For acting like fools

Tucu-tucu-tiki-taka
How ridiculous is death
I ask you all to excuse me
If I already messed up
Even though they are very similar
An ox is not the same as a cow

The balance of life
Is very unbalanced
There are few who earn much
And many more earn nothing
A worker's duty
Has no compensations
With this mini salary
It is not even enough for trucks

Tucu-tucu-tiki-taka
How ridiculous is death
If you know the devil
Beg him not to be ungrateful
So that the cost of living
Is cheaper for us

Take care, gentlemen
Those who are already voters
Here come the elections
With their manipulators
And each party says
That you must vote for them
And from here, going forward
They will give us a life of kings

Tucu-tucu-tiki-taka
How ridiculous is death
And there goes another president
To sound the victory trumpet for us
He comes promising a lot
But he'll give pure tucu-tucu-tiki-taka