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Who tells you that this life does not know about victories?
They sell you a story at a singular price
They break you into pieces and call it work
How blessed is the world that you have to walk in!< br/>And you walk slowly, but you don't ask for permission
Climbing sideways without being able to move forward
But when it's too late, you come out covered in grease
How beautiful is the Argentina that has to stay up late!
And they devour you with insatiable appetite
But at night you take them out dancing
Give me your hand, get lost among the people
For today the one who can enjoy it in the world wins.
But you know that there is no other way out
Either you live it, or they live you
Don't worry and have a drink
If maybe there is no other choice but to never give up.
If I am happy now that I live my way
I regret the misfortune of those who are not like this
Whether because they have very little, love or cash
I know that there are not many who choose their truth .
And the Mandinkas cry who do not hear the cry
And the tanguito that was lost in rock cries
That we are not two strangers nor are we so different
We are in the middle looking somewhere.