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Now that I'm older, I'll have realized
That not everything is so good
Behind the entrance gate of Ezeiza
There is the chorizo steak and the wine
There are the neighbors, almost always obeying
The fate of the Argentine security guard
There is the lady that everyone adores, she is the perfect grandmother
But to a poor idiot who was smoking in a corner
Without disturbing anyone
He sent the police
The kid ate a two-day-old mess.
And the old lady never knew that the pointer was her grandson.
That the pointer was his grandson
There is the doorman or building manager
Sometimes he is a friend, but generally
It's the "run, go and tell" of the precinct
They are in Capital Federal!
In the province also the feudal watchman
The owner of lives, for example in Catamarca
He locks up little black people and closes the door on them.
And their children educated with all severity
They gave María Soledad the ticket
This progressive legislator
Who ends up voting for the good of the neighbors
It seems to him that he is a transvestite or a murderer.
It is divine destiny, so fine, so Western and Christian
Cosmopolitan and Parisian
So typical, Matute, but not that of Don Gato
The Argentinian security guard is also cheap, and he is also cheap.
It's such a fine style
From the Argentinean media watchdog
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