In the morning I get up
I don't feel like going to work
I get into the van, I watch
That all the people start to pass by
By the avenue is circulating
The working soul of my city
People who are always working
And their rest is occupied by dreaming
After eight hours of walking working
Desperation is felt at home
Well, with the daily friction
It is no longer enough to progress
And so dozens of years have passed
Well, in a globalized world
Poor people have no place
And lack, above
And salary, below
With what I earn in this company
I can't swallow
And the lack is up
And the salaries are down
And I tell my Teresa
I'm not going to resign myself
And the lack, above
And the salary, below
What I earn is this company
I can't enough to swallow
And the lack, above
And I pay it, below
And I tell my Teresa?
Come on, let's dance because
Here comes anti-doping
Here comes the salary
Here comes Santa Sabina
Here comes the damn one
Here comes those from below
Here comes the living room
Here comes
Who comes
Here comes the chili that you maintains
And in bed it entertains you
And you retain it in your mouth
Better bring your partner
And blow his ear
Let him move his waist
And she gets a fever
And after the sobada
She doesn't want anything anymore
And she tells you, no, no
That no, no, no, no
No, no, no
Nach unten, nach unten
Nach unten, nach unten
Nach unten, nach unten
Nach unten, nach unten
Nach unten, nach unten
Nach unten, nach unten
Nach unten, nach unten
Nach unten, nach unten
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Nach oben, nach oben
Springen, springen
Springen springen
Springen, springen
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