Year after year, money is worth less
Year after year, everything is worth more
Year after year , the crisis is advancing
And the government's abuses are increasing
And now they tell us that we must show solidarity
And that we must tighten our belts
The bad thing is that this seat It no longer has a vibe
The holes are in the pocket of our pants
Year after year, our children grow up
Year after year ±o, they need more
Year after year, the dollar continues to rise
And each time they let us fall worse
And now they tell us that we must show solidarity
And we have to tighten our belts
The bad thing is that this seat no longer has a roll
The holes are in the people's spending bag
What nightmares will the people have? traitors
Who have drugged and sold the country
I don't think they can sleep very peacefully
They must feel that the devil is pulling at their feet
Year after year ±o, the crisis is advancing
Year after year, inflation advances
Year after year, the people are more prepared
And the government's abuses increase
And now they tell us that we have to show solidarity
And that we have to tighten our belts
The bad thing is that this seat no longer has a roll
br/>The holes are in the town's spending bag
When there is no wool, the fights come by themselves
When there is no fair, everything starts to go wrong
Love goes out through the window
And through the belly the quarrels begin to arrive
Year after year, money is worth less
Year after year, everything is worth more
And each time they let us down worse
And now they tell us that we have to show solidarity
And that we have to tighten our belts
The bad thing is that that seat It no longer has a roll
The holes are in the town's spending bag