| It all started with the joke he said | 
| What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine | 
| We did not understand that it would be | 
| What would one day hurt us | 
| Were the days, the golden days | 
| And the sun shone without asking | 
| Then we grew up and left the neighborhood | 
| Duck works in a butcher shop | 
| Those times of rose gardens | 
| Brides of Flowers, first cigarettes | 
| Never to school, always life | 
| And the mornings of the sun that | 
| We've grown up and seen the world in the newspapers | 
| Communism Was Complicated | 
| What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine | 
| It has led us to indifference | 
| You have excuses, the others have | 
| That they keep you, that's what they're for | 
| You are the most corrupt bourgeois that exists | 
| And you fool yourself into thinking you're a hippie | 
| You exploit everyone and give nothing | 
| And that is being the worst capitalist | 
| When you have, you play the donkey | 
| You live from above, you disgust me | 
| You laugh at the world and at people | 
| But you want the world to feed you | 
| Others provide you with what you need | 
| And you continue to believe that it is common | 
| How useless you are, how maintained | 
| Take a look at yourself, come down from there | 
| You are always in artist and you become the genius | 
| You cultivate your absent and carefree air | 
| Because you super like playing weird | 
| And your fame has got you so worried | 
| you make yourself drink, how you cheat | 
| You are a lie and you are useless | 
| Duck works in a butcher shop | 
| Duck works in a butcher shop | 
| Duck works in a butcher shop |